Medo de Amar

Turn the page of the book and forget about me
Pretend that love is over and forget about me
You didn't understand that jealousy is a deep-rooted evil
And that being afraid to love doesn't make anyone happy

Now go on with your life as you wish
However, don't be surprised if another woman
Is born from me, like a flower from the desert
And understands that jealousy is the perfume of love