Eu sou assim

I don't pretend in my samba, you see
That's how I am, that's how I am
Scandalous, a bit affectionate
A bit cunning and sometimes clueless but
I don't pretend in my samba, you see
Even if I cause a commotion
That goes beyond the limits of your precision
That's how I express myself
It may seem somewhat indigestible to you
But that's how I am
Somewhat authentic
But that's how I am
Somewhat authentic
If I cry, if I date, if I devour
If I explore your gaze
It may be that I want to please you or not

I don't pretend in my samba, you see
I face life with a clean face
And I adorn myself, sometimes, with crazy images, all made up
I don't pretend in my samba, you see
Even if I pretend happiness sometimes
That doesn't convince, we think about hiding the day
But the night reveals us
And I don't want neither mass nor candle
It's just that I am like this, somewhat authentic
If I don't cry, I ignore you, if I delay
I don't return your gaze
It may be that I want to scare you away... Or not
I don't pretend in my samba, you see
I am more than packaging
I am a cold morning more than a storm, but sometimes a sunset
I don't pretend in my samba, you see
I am different from what you expect
Wait a bit
Don't be crazy
Try to understand, that's how I am