Katinha... e o fog

Just like a photograph,
I pick you up.
Just like a station on the radio,
I pick you up.
Just like a face in the crowd,
I pick you up.
Just like a feeling that youre sending out,
I pick it up.

(...)

Just put your feet down child,
The water is only waist high.
Ill let go of you gently,
Then you can swim to me.

Fica aqui uma confissão sentida: Kate Bush ... eu amo você!