Sem Fantasia
Chico Buarque
Without Fantasy
Come, my vagabond boy
Come, without lying to yourself
Come, but come without fantasy
That from night to day
You won't grow up
Come, please don't avoid
My love, my invitations
My pain, my appeals
I'll wrap you in my hair
Come lose yourself in my arms
For God's sake
Come, I want you weak
Come, I want you foolish
Come, I want you all mine
Ah, I want to tell you
That the moment to see you
Cost so much suffering
I won't regret
I just came to convince you
That I came not to die
From waiting for you so much
I want to tell you
Of the rains I endured
Of the nights I stayed up
In the dark searching for you
I want to show you
The scars I got
In the fights against the king
In the discussions with God
And now that I've arrived
I want the reward
I want the immense gift
Of your caresses
