Festival da Canção 2017:
David Gomes - "My Paradise"

My Paradise

You were the perfect wind on my mind
The purest skin, a coloured sky
I was fuming, I was pouring a river
Every morning you didn't come by

And I have waited for you every night
I could see all the faces, I could freeze our places

Because you are made up of a deep sensation
You are made up of a sweet temptation
Only you

Bring my paradise
With fireworks
With higher works
Breathe my paradise
Where you hold me tight
When you blossom my life
Bring my paradise back to me

You were my blood sensation, physical attention
Political gesture, Europe with no measure

My elegy to love, a symphony to an ode
No intention to break under the pressure
Only you

Bring my paradise
With fireworks
With higher works
Breathe my paradise
Where you hold me tight
When you blossom my life
Bring my paradise back to me

Back to me, back to me
Now you're really gone
I've moved out to all the places
The frontiers were free
As we were

Bring my paradise
With fireworks
With higher works
Breathe my paradise
Where you hold me tight
When you blossom my life

Bring my paradise
With fireworks
With higher works
Breathe my paradise
Where you hold me tight
When you blossom my life
Bring my paradiѕe back to me

Ooh… back to me, back to me
Back, back to me
Ooh, whoa… bаck to me