Tesoura do Desejo
Alceu Valença
Scissors of Desire
You crossing that street dressed in black
And me waiting for you in front of a certain bar, Leblon
You approaching and me dying of fear
There, right in front of a certain bar, Leblon
When I crossed that street, I was terrified
To see your smile and start an old good dream
And the dream would inevitably turn into a nightmare
There, right in front of a certain bar, Leblon
- Let's go in...
- I don't have time!
- What's wrong?
- What's up?
- What happened, my love, did you cut your hair?
- It was the scissors of desire, a real desire to change
