Vapor Barato / Flor da Pele (part. Gal Costa)

Oh, yes, I'm so tired
But not to say
That I no longer believe in you
With my red pants
My general's coat
Full of rings
I'm going down all the streets
And I'm going to take that old ship
I don't need a lot of money
Thank God
And I don't care, honey

My honey baby
Baby, honey baby
Oh, my honey baby
Baby, honey baby
Oh, yes, I'm so tired
But not to say
That I'm leaving
Maybe I'll come back
One day I'll be back
But I want to forget you, I need to
Oh, my great
Oh, my little one
Oh, my great obsession
Oh, my honey baby
Baby, honey baby
Oh, my honey baby
Honey baby, honey baby, ah
I'm so on edge
That any soap opera kiss makes me cry
I'm so on edge
That your gaze, flower in the window, makes me die
I'm so on edge
That my desire is confused with the will not to be (baby)
I'm so on edge
That my skin has the fire of doomsday (honey baby)
A boat without a port, without direction, without sail, a horse without a saddle
A loose animal, a dog without an owner, a boy, a bandit
Sometimes I preserve myself, other times I commit suicide
Baby, honey baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
Oh, my honey baby
Honey baby, honey baby
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
I'm so on edge
That any soap opera kiss makes me cry
I'm so on edge
That your gaze, flower in the window, makes me die
I'm so on edge
That my desire is confused with the will not to be
I'm so on edge
That my skin has the fire of doomsday
Baby, honey baby
Honey baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
Oh, my honey baby
Honey baby, honey baby
Baby, baby, baby, baby
I'm so on edge
That any soap opera kiss makes me cry
I'm so on edge
That your gaze, flower in the window, makes me die
I'm so on edge
That my desire is confused with the will not to be
I'm so on edge
That my skin has the fire of doomsday
Baby