Desfigurado
Cartola
Disfigured
They say I'm disfigured
And they're right, I'm tired
Of asking God, the heavens at last
For a love, where will I find it, Lord!
Free me from this nostalgia
Still hopeful, I wait for the day
My heart is poor and hurt
It's as unhappy as an abandoned child
Always lived in this illusion
Searching for another heart
