A Mais Bonita

No, loneliness, not today
I want to touch up
In this salon of sadness
Where others comb through sorrows
I let the waters invade my face
I like to see myself cry
I pretend they are watching me
I need to show myself

Beautiful...
So that the eyes of my love
Don't look at anyone else
When I reveal myself
In the most beautiful way...
To know how to carry
All the desires he has
When he sees me pass by

Beautiful...
Today I rocked in the house of mirrors
I spread my faces
And pretend to pretend to pretend
That I don't know