Hey Love

I rap for fun, to make fall
Beautiful actresses to see if you want to be my muse
Shake you, woman, forgive, I want to be able to undress you and touch to believe
From every decade of downfall and from every fall
You dedicate the lit sorrow to me, you're mine, forget, let's divide our lives
Go cry to your school, everything will be fine as long as you write about me

You go inside my notebook
I go inside you and seeing each other, will we be eternal?
Will we want to have each other?
I don't know today if you want to have two

Yeah, my own phrases confuse me
In the fragile curves of your breasts, I don't know if my lips sink
I don't know if I feel your fairy-like cold face stuck to my cheek whispering a ballad
My martyr dreams fill barren lands
Your magic turned your absence somewhat cold
I smile imagining, dreaming of flying and landing, embracing you my love

I've made songs mansions
But for you, they seem like prison walls
If my depressions are due to you
Here I dye the gray of any hue, because writing to me is free

Yesterday I dreamed you were kissing me, you know?
You gave the impression of not being so fierce
Today my dream is written, then recorded next to my eyelashes
My mind deceives me, for a while and then nothing

It was to be expected that waiting for you is desperate
But nothing surpasses imagining putting our heads together
You show sorrow, but barely put my name on your lips
The atmosphere brings me a blessed spring

First time someone affects me so much
So clumsy I get in front of you that not even with my singing I enchant you
Keep in mind, Cinderella, that in my clock there is no twelve
You should be more docile for the pleasure of the touch

It doesn't occur to you that your breath or your nudity bores me
Pzz! I've been in the clouds and could share with angels on my roof
My heartache is for your right breast that served as a bed in my rap
The longing of my heart, my anthropos, made my anthropo
I'm in it for mmm
I don't know if it's for love or because the color of your warmth smells like pain
You leave me alone because I'm not the best actor

You on big stages, in my neighborhood there are only tents
And I bring lapa to the word and in my tent a plan is sheltered
For you to touch my harp with the lower part of your back
I want to feel the pair of your chest closing each eyelid