60 phrases by Elis Regina that recall the classics of this great artist

My chest realized that the sea is a drop compared to my tears.

Equilibrium hope knows that every artist’s show must go on.

Get out, my sorrow, get out of me! There’s so much bad heart… It’s so desperate, love to lose from lovelessness.

Happiness is like the feather that the wind carries through the air.

Kill me with laughter. Speak to me of love.

Those who buy desire, paying retail love, go on talking without knowing that it is forced to deceive.

It’s the stick, it’s the stone, it’s the end of the road… It’s a stump leftover, it’s a little lonely.

The rose of love will not despetalar for those who take good care of the rose, for those who know how to cultivate.

Hello, I miss you. Happiness came back to me!

Living is better than dreaming and I know love is a good thing.

Lying on the doormat, at the foundlings’ door, I grew up looking at life without malice.

When love brings so much life that even to die, it takes too long.

Your body is light, seduction, divine poem full of splendor.

I don’t know how many times I went up the hill singing. Always the sun burning me and so I’m ending up.

Deep down, I’m an optimist, but I always think the worst.

The song is the lament of love too much, who cried, who suffered, who lost peace.

I am my master, my sailor. I’m second, I’m first… Straight to arrive.

We work all year for a dream moment.

I want a house in the country where I can be at peace.

Sing, but sing sad, because sadness is all you have to sing.

It is a gift, a certain magic, a force that alerts us, a woman who deserves to live and love.

In the drama smothered in each face, the mud of not being what you wanted.

Tonight, black lover, I will adorn my body in yours.

I’m still right here, perfecting the imperfect, taking a break, fixing it.

I always forget at that beautiful hour, blonde, how much it costs me to turn the other cheek.

Even the moon takes a chance on the hunch that our love exists.

Hearts catch fire and then there’s nothing to put them out.

Deep in his chest, he harbors a broken dream or the misfortune of a love.

Love doesn’t have to end. I want and I know that I will stay… Until the end, I will love you.

I was always just for you. You were always just me.

It is always a new hope that we feed to survive.

Your smile holds, inebriates, dizzy… You are fascination, love.

Freedom and air are two things that we feel are essential for life.

Everyone lives as they can and I was not born to suffer.

My bride is my rosary. In her body, I will pray.

Brazil does not know Brazil. Brazil has never been to Brazil.

Yeah, only I know how much love I kept without knowing it was just for you.

When you looked right into my eyes and your look was goodbye, I swear I didn’t believe it.

Why hopeless memory? If one is little, two is good, three is too much

You have to have strength, you have to have race, you have to always have the will!

If no one cheers, I’ll break my tambourine; but if the class likes it, it will be for me.

Today I want the peace of a sleeping child and the abandonment of flowers opening.

When the light turns on, it’s a sadness, rag, trapped… My courage changes to tiredness.

May it be integrated into my European blood: Black is beautiful!

My treacherous heart beat faster than the bongo, trembled more than the maracas, out of step with love.

It would have to be for you, otherwise it would be another pain… Otherwise, it wouldn’t be love.

A love is like a rose in a garden… We take care of it, we look at it.

If I want to talk to God, I have to be alone, I have to turn off the light, I have to silence my voice.

Everything is summer, love is made in a little boat on the sea, it slides without stopping.

Worshiping you inside out to show that I’m still yours, until you prove that I’m still yours.

Around these tables, there is the street living its normal.

In the present, the mind, the body is different, and the past is a garment that no longer fits us.

This beautiful and swarthy Brazil is my Brazilian Brazil, land of samba and tambourine.

What some time ago was young, young, is now old and we all need to rejuvenate.

That’s what I’m going to samba with until I fall to the ground. With this one, I’ll vent to the crowd.

It just made me tear up to see so many people surrender, but I didn’t settle for going against the law.

Of a people who laugh when they should cry and don’t live, just endure.

And dreams, finally, always thinking of me, of the caress of a kiss that remained in desire.

It’s the March waters closing the summer… It’s the promise of life in your heart.

When the weather warns that I can’t sing anymore, I know I’ll miss you.