Brincando Com o Fogo
Beto e Rita Guerra
Playing With Fire
Comes at the end of the night without warning,
dances in the silence of your gaze,
calling for me, calling for me.
Arrives with the breeze from the sea,
plays on my body to unsettle
like a harlequin, like a harlequin.
Comes when it wants and doesn't want to know,
neither the harm it has done nor will do,
it's all the same, believe it or not.
Arrives like this,
roaming knight,
mad and triumphant,
like a bandit,
to in the end, leave us with accounts,
with the foolish words we said out of love.
And I who swore never to fall again,
in your tricks never to follow again
that gaze of yours, that gaze of yours.
It's no use trying to pretend,
why deny or even run away,
from this love's evil, from this love's evil.
Comes when it wants and doesn't want to know,
neither the harm it has done nor will do,
it's all the same, believe it or not.
Arrives like this,
roaming knight,
mad and triumphant,
like a bandit,
to in the end, leave us with accounts,
with the foolish words we said out of love.
Arrives like this,
roaming knight,
mad and triumphant,
like a bandit,
to in the end, leave us with accounts,
with the foolish words we said out of love.
Arrives like this,
roaming knight,
mad and triumphant,
like a bandit,
to in the end, leave us with accounts,
with the foolish words we said out of love.
