Tenho Ciúme de Tudo / A Dama de Vermelho / Brigas

You are the most beautiful creature my eyes have ever seen
You have the most beautiful mouth my mouth has ever kissed
Your lips are mine, these lips that my desires have killed
Your hands are mine, these hands that my hands have caressed
I'm crazy for you, I suffer for you, I love you in secret
I adore your divine body
That by the hands of destiny you came to me
I'm jealous of the sun, the moon, and the sea
I'm jealous of everything
I'm even jealous of the clothes you wear

Waiter, look in the mirror
At the lady in red who is about to get up
Notice that even the orchestra
Is all festive
When she goes out to dance
This lady used to belong to me
And I was the one to blame for the separation
Today I cry out of jealousy
Jealous even of the perfume
She leaves in the hall

Friendly waiter, dim the light at my table
I don't want her to notice
So much sadness in me
Bring another bottle
Today I will get drunk
I want to sleep so I don't see
Another man holding you

Look at what foolishness we do
Arguing so much like this
When afterwards we will smile
And make up in the end
Why mistreat love
Love is not to be mistreated
Why, when all these people want
Is to see us apart

I argue, you argue too
Over such trivial things
And love, in moments like these
Dies a little more
And when it dies, that's when we see
That it was me who died and it was you
Because without love, we are alone
We both die