Praia branca, tristeza, mar sem fim
Lua nova, mulher, pobre de mim
Vento sul que o seu corpo acarinhou
Céu azul de manhã me despertou
Barco à vela, choupana verde cor
Eu e ele, o menino pescador
Vida bela, maré, peixe do mar
Morte longe, tem tempo pra pensar
![Listen to It Might As Well Be Spring (feat. Astrud Gilberto) [Live In New York City, 1964] by The New Stan Getz Quartet](/mkimage/image/thumb/Music126/v4/32/a1/86/32a186ec-3f92-88d5-39f6-f8954ada765b/14UMGIM16969.rgb.jpg/375x375cc.webp "Listen to It Might As Well Be Spring (feat. Astrud Gilberto) [Live In New York City, 1964] by The New Stan Getz Quartet")
