Amor Barato

I wanted to be
A kind of songwriter
Capable of singing our love
Modest

A kind of love
That begs for a head massage
That is poor and sometimes not even
Honest

Cheap love
But that I insist so much
That if necessary
I steal

Come here, my love
Endure your singer
Warm me up because the blanket is short

But I carry this love
With the care of someone carrying the float
I watch over my love
Who dreams

That finally, our love
Can also have its value
It's also a kind of flower
Like no other kind of flower

Of a kind that has
That owes nothing to anyone
That gives more than a shameless
I wanted to be
A kind of songwriter
Capable of singing our love
Cheap

A kind of love
That is to tear and mend
That is to eat and spit
On the plate

But I carry this love
With the care of someone carrying the float
I watch over my love
Who dreams

That, finally, our love
Can also have its value
It's also a kind of flower
Like no other kind of flower

Of a kind that has
That owes nothing to anyone
That gives more than a shameless