Still there´s left an eatable piece

I´ve thought tenderness was just a word
I´ve ever doubt about people that laughed
I´ve putted into my head to be surrounded by insensitives ones
But life show me have been wrong today

*The apple is rotten, but
Still there´s left an eatable piece
We compel to look for the fifth foot of the cat
Instead of open the eyes and let wanting to find a rotten seed
Write with love it´s beyond of write with passion*

At the start the scent of passion surrounds us
But with pass of time love has grown
It ain´t that passion is less important
Just that we have found out ourselves like two persons that share…
Besides bed, hours of the living together
I´ve thought that at this hour of the match I´d write full of boring
That I´d fight to find defects in you
But the both of us carry with them
I know that this time is in vain and I´d just be a fool

*Chorus

You´re lying in the paraguayan hammock
And I sat in the chair hammocking you with the foot
While I drink “mate” observing a little parrot
Rain has ended to fall and scented the ground
I see along the green field in front of my feet
Where calmness and tenderness hide away

*Chorus (x2)