Desfigurado
Cartola
Disfigured
They say I'm disfigured, and rightly so
I'm tired of asking God, the heavens, in short
A love, where will I find it, sir?
Free me from this nostalgia
Confident, I still wait for the day
They say I'm disfigured, and rightly so
I'm tired of asking God, the heavens, in short
A love, where will I find it, sir?
Free me from this nostalgia
Confident, I still wait for the day
My heart is poor and hurt
He is as unhappy as an abandoned child
He always lived in this illusion
Looking for another heart
They say I'm disfigured, and rightly so
I'm tired of asking God, the heavens, in short
A love, where will I find it, sir?
Free me from this nostalgia
Confident, I still wait for the day
My heart is poor and hurt
He is as unhappy as an abandoned child
He always lived in this illusion
Looking for another heart
They say I'm disfigured, and rightly so
I'm tired of asking God, the heavens, in short
A love, where will I find it, sir?
Free me from this nostalgia
Confident, I still wait for the day
Confident, I still wait for the day
Confident, I still wait for the day
Confident, I still wait for the day
Confident, I still wait for the day
Confident, I still wait for the day
