Doce Maré

[Verse 1]
The diesel hums a lonely tune, a whisper in the night,
But her smile's a beacon, cutting through the fading light.
She pours the coffee, strong and deep, calls every soul 'my honey',
And you know she means it, more than any easy money.

[Chorus]
Oh, that sweet tide of her words, a steady current flow,
Washing over weary hearts, nowhere left to go.
Yeah, that sweet tide of her words, a comfort on the breeze,
Bringing peace to troubled waters, putting souls at ease.

[Verse 2]
I've felt the shifting sand beneath my feet, from town to distant shore,
But her kind eyes hold stories, like the deep sea's hidden floor.
She sees the storm inside your soul, the one you try to hide,
A quiet wisdom, like the ocean's patient, turning tide.

[Chorus]
Oh, that sweet tide of her words, a steady current flow,
Washing over weary hearts, nowhere left to go.
Yeah, that sweet tide of her words, a comfort on the breeze,
Bringing peace to troubled waters, putting souls at ease.

[Bridge]
This road can be a hungry beast, a lonely, endless gray,
But she's a taste of cashews, on a sweltering Bahia day.
A piece of home you carry, when the salt wind burns your eyes,
A promise in her gentle touch, beneath these foreign skies.

[Outro]
Yeah, that sweet tide keeps on turning, a comfort I can keep,
When the road gets long and lonely, and the world begins to sleep.