Bem Querer

When my well-wishing sees me
I am sure it will come behind
It will follow me through all
All, all, all the thresholds

And when your well-wishing lies
Saying there will never be goodbye
It will respond with oaths
Oaths, oaths, immoral oaths

And when my well-wishing feels
That love is such a fleeting thing
It will embrace me with the grip
The grip, the grip, the grip of mortals

And when your well-wishing asks
For you to stay a little longer
It must caress me with the calm
The calm, the calm, the calm of couples

And when my well-wishing hears
My heart beating too much
It will tear me apart with fury
The fury, the fury, the fury like animals

And when your well-wishing sleeps
Make sure he dreams in peace
As if someone were to extinguish his light
Close the door and turn on the gas