Toalha molhada

Towel wet with tears, wet with everything
Towel that knows the reason for my suffering
Only this fabric is the witness
Of happy moments of love and so much pleasure

Towel thrown on top of the nightstand
In the main part of the play you were an actress
The night ended quickly and I lost the lady
Leaving the sign of your body, in bed

Wet towel, poor me
Soon this drama of ours came to an end
Pillow and pillowcase, crumpled sheet
My wet body, alone in bed

Marks of kisses and hugs, marks of everything
And looking at what was left, I can't forget
Your nicely scented clothes stayed in the room
I hold them tight and feel you

Now all that's left is a beautiful towel, wet with tears
From the very cold dawn, that was what was left
Towel, a piece of cloth, of great value
It is the memory of this love scene

Wet towel, poor me
Soon this drama of ours came to an end
Pillow and pillowcase, crumpled sheet
My wet body, alone in bed