Uma Atriz
A Banda Mais Bonita da Cidade
An Actress
Don't tell me that I love myself
More than I love you, my dear
But in fact passions are for themselves
They are not for anyone else
Which doesn't mean, however
That alone I can be happy
So memorize this text
Under the pretext of not looking like an actress
In fact, I think I love you
Better than you do yourself
And I smoke a cigarette, I crash a car
I hope you see
That I can't live under the eternal aim
Of those two cold eyes
Look at time passing, and we standing still
Putting on a show for the audience to laugh
Anything is reason for one thing to lead to another
It's not possible to be clever, intelligent
And at the same time love
I won't deny, in the end
Passions, my love, are foolish, are many
The bill has come, be ready, that point
Where everything changes
I don't want to be the last one to cry
Don't tell me that I love myself
More than I love you, my dear
But in fact passions are for themselves
They are not for anyone else
Which doesn't mean, however
That alone I can be happy
So memorize this text
Under the pretext of not looking like an actress
In fact, I think I love you
Better than you do yourself
And I smoke a cigarette, I crash a car
I hope you see
That I can't live under the eternal aim
Of those two cold eyes
Look at time passing and we standing still
Putting on a show for the audience to laugh
Anything is reason for one thing to lead to another
It's not possible to be clever, intelligent
And at the same time love
I won't deny, in the end
Passions, my love, are foolish, are many
The bill has come, be ready
That point where everything changes
I don't want to be the last
Anything is reason for one thing to lead to another
It's not possible to be clever, intelligent
And at the same time love
I won't deny, I won't deny, in the end
Passions, my love, are foolish, are many
The bill has come, be ready
That point where everything changes
I don't want to be the last to cry
