Ehrmantraunt Fogo No Peito

In the dark… I feel you breathing.
A heartbeat in the neon rain.
Hold the line… we’re not falling tonight.

One step from danger, running through the shadows.
Fogo no peito… vem pra mim.

Hold the line
I’m not running anymore.

The city fades, but I can’t let go.
You pull me closer — closer than before.

Vem pra mim.
Hold the line.