Lábios de Mel
Maria Bethânia
Honey Lips
My love when you kiss me
I see the world spinning
I see the sky here on earth
And the earth in the air
Your lips have a honey
That the bee takes from the flower
I am poor, poor, poor
But your love is mine
Whoever has love ask God
To truly love you for your own good
So later on there are no disappointments
And cry with longing
Whoever in life had a love
And that love left them without reason
And until today doesn't keep in their heart
The mark of pain
