A Mais Bonita
Chico Buarque
The Most Beautiful
No, loneliness, today I don't want to touch up
In this salon of sadness where others comb through sorrows
I let the waters invade my face
I like to see myself cry
I pretend they are watching me
I need to show myself
Beautiful
So that the eyes of my love
Don't look at anyone else
When I reveal myself
In the most beautiful way
To know how to carry all
The desires he has
When he sees me pass by
Beautiful
Today I slayed
In the house of mirrors
I spread my faces
And pretend, pretend, pretend
That I don't know
