Tenho Ciúme de Tudo/ A Dama de Vermelho/ Brigas (pout-pourri)

You are the most beautiful creature
That my eyes have ever seen
You have the most beautiful mouth
That my mouth has kissed...

Your lips are mine
Those lips
That my desires killed
Your hands are mine
Those hands
That my hands caressed...

I'm crazy for you
I suffer for you
I love you in secret
I adore your divine body
That by the hands of destiny
You came to me...

I'm jealous of the sun
Of the moon and the sea
I'm jealous of everything
I'm even jealous
Of the clothes
You wear...

Waiter!
Look in the mirror
At the lady in red
Who is about to get up
Notice that even the orchestra
Is all festive
When she goes out to dance
This lady once belonged to me
And I was the one to blame
For the separation
Today I cry out of jealousy
Jealous even of the perfume
She leaves in the hall...

Friendly waiter
Turn off the light at my table
I don't want her to notice
So much sadness in me
Bring another bottle
Today I will get drunk
I want to sleep so I don't see
Another man embracing you...

Look
What a foolishness for us both
To argue so much
If afterwards
We will smile
And make up in the end
Why?
Hurt love
Love is not to be hurt, no
Why?
If these people just want
To see us apart
I argue, you argue too
Over such trivial things
And love in moments like these
Dies a little more
And in dying
Then it's seen
That who died
Was me and it was you
Because without love
We are alone
We die!