A Rosa (feat. Chico Buarque)

Ruin my life project
Dear, star of my path
Thorn stuck in my throat, throat
The saint sometimes changes my name, and disappears
And disappears in the early hours, poor thing

Works as a shift worker, artist
Is crazy about Portela, look at her, look at her
Dressed in green and pink, the rose
The rose ensures she's always mine
Quietly went out to buy cigarettes
What a joke, brought some things from the north
How lucky, how lucky, came back all smiling

Insane, invents every caress
Egyptian, finds me and turns my face
Odara, engraved my name on
The blouse, abuses, accuses me
Checks the pockets of the pants
The fake cleaned out my wallet
Smoothly, paid our bill
Beauty, at the right time leaves me, complains
The geisha, how lovely

The rose
Ah, Rose, what about my life project?
Criminal, where's my guiding star
Bitch, forgets me in the dark night

But swears
Swear to me that one day you'll come back home
Ruin my life project
Dear star of my path
Thorn stuck in my throat, throat

The saint sometimes calls me Alberto, Alberto
Certainly dreamed of some soap opera
Penelope, waits for me embroidering
Sweating, stayed in bed with fever, what a fever
The hare, how can she be so fiery

The rose
The rose swore her eternal love
My suit stayed at the dry cleaner's
One day she brought me a tight outfit
I like it, I like it, insisted on dancing a tango

My meal disappeared from the fridge
Homemade, her sauce is wonderful
What a daughter, visits the family in São Paulo
In the pampas, in the pampas, came back all peeled

The fairy ruins my lyre
The spin exhausts my larynx
Sphinx, devours my person
In vain, in vain, how lovely

The rose
Ah, rose, what about my life project?
Criminal, where's my guiding star?
Bitch, forgets me in the dark night
But swears
Swear to me that one day you'll come back home