Rosto Desmaquiado

She entered the salon
Came in gently
Looking at me like that
Winking
She was too beautiful
With her gentle ways
Playing with her hair
Caressing

Suddenly she turns her head and leaves slowly
Hugged by another, I stay alone imagining
How many kisses and hugs my God how many wet kisses
She comes back and I see on her face she went out to have sex

Makeupless face, that's how she comes back
I stay here silent, this is my revolt
Makeupless face, that's how she comes back
I stay here still, this is my revolt