Toalha Molhada
Chrystian & Ralf
Wet Towel
Wet towel of tears
Wet with everything
Towel that knows the reason
For my suffering
Only this fabric is the witness
Of the happy moments of love
And so much pleasure
Towel thrown on the nightstand
In the main part of the piece you were the actress
The night ended quickly
And I lost the lady
Leaving the mark of your body on the bed
Wet towel, poor me
Soon this drama came to an end
Pillow and pillowcase
Crumpled sheet
My wet body alone in bed
Marks of kisses and hugs
Marks of everything
And looking at what remains
I can't forget
Your well-perfumed clothes
Stayed in the room
I hold them close to me and feel you
Now all that's left is this beautiful wet towel of tears
From the very cold dawn
It's what remained
Towel, a piece of cloth of great value
It's the memory of this love scene
