Quem É?
Yasmine
Who Is It?
She's always on her own and everyone talks about arrogance, just because
They don't know why she's different
And does everything alone
She doesn't pay attention
Never liked trouble
She's focused, on this path
Talking to her means nothing
So I pass by and leave without explanation
The mouths talk
Create stories
But speak in vain
I am mine, only mine
Owner of my own nose
The work in my pocket, I did it
They want to know
Who is it?
Come here
They can look but not touch
Who is it?
Come here
They can look but not
When she passes by
Everyone stops
Everyone waiting to know
What a hurricane this woman is
Come here, I'll fix your crown
A real woman
Doesn't hate for no reason
All the success I achieve
I also wish for you
You can, and you know it well
Shake off the hate and take care of yourself
The sky is the limit for you
So pass by without explanation
So pass by and leave without explanation
The mouths talk
Create stories
But speak in vain
You are yours, only yours
Owner of your nose
Put work in your pocket
Go be happy
They want to know
Who is it?
Come here
They can look but not touch
Who is it?
Come here
They can look but not
When she passes by
Everyone stops
Everyone waiting to know
What a hurricane this
Who is it? (Who is it?)
Come here (Come here)
(When she passes by)
When she passes by
Everyone stops
Everyone waiting to know
What a hurricane this woman
Who is this woman?!
Who is this woman?!
Who is it? (Who is it?)
Come here (Come here)
Hmmm
Who is it?
