We pause beneath the streetlamp by your door, Snow falling slow on your dark hair. Do-sha-dee, do-sha-low slips from your voice, A gentle rhythm warming the cold scene. Behind curtains, the quiet houses sleep, Holding their secrets while we hold ours. Ba-loo-lay, ba-loo-dah — you test another line, And your smile flickers like the porch light glow. Almost lovers in a silent neighborhood, Standing close enough to feel the truth. Your breath mixes with mine in the pale air, A moment too delicate to break. My heartbeat follows your soft winter rhythm, A calm Partido pulse beneath the snow. Happy New Year — Parabéns, almost love. Winter feels fun with your warmth so near. Do-sha-dee, do-sha-low blends into the night, A quiet Latin sway outside your door. Maybe someday we’ll cross the line we guard. Ba-loo-lay… ba-loo-dah… fading with the snowy hush, Leaving the door between us barely closed. Palalala… Palalala…
