Mulher
Rancore
Woman
This one goes to the woman
who illuminated my paths and dreams
softening all this madness
The night falls, she comes
enters without asking permission
and messes with my head
I let you go
and the good winds take me
meeting you is a privilege
and I let you go and the good winds take me
to find you
Woman, woman
know that my desire
is to have you with me
in this back and forth
The night goes, the day comes
the sun warms your body
and I conquer you little by little
I let you go
and the good winds take me
meeting you is a privilege
and I let you go and the good winds take me
to find you
It does me good
Before I forget
you mess with my head.
