Tienes La Cara

Oh my life
It's slipping away

Underneath this streetlight
I'm pulling out a thorn
That even makes my heart cry

Four thousand reais
I don't want divine protection
I just want a little drink
A little drink of wine

You have the face
Of having gone through
A bad night

You ate the peppers
And now your lips are burning
Oh my, oh my, oh dear
Die of sorrow

You have the face
Of having gone through
A bad night