Minha Mulher É Aquela

Who loves a married woman is a sufferer and a suspect
I say it because there's one who lives in my heart
I tried to forget her, but I fell in love with her
And now there's no turning back

I'm tied to her, she's the same way
Her eyes tell me she likes me
I love that woman, if her husband finds out
It might be my end

Our love has grown a lot, it's already rooted
I can't open my mouth and I can't stay silent
One of these days I'll drink and speak up
That I'm in love

Her way of being a fragile, affectionate, and sensible girl
Well-dressed she's my lady, and without clothes she's my cat
Her gaze warms me, her scent feeds me
And your absence kills me

I don't accept advice, no matter where it comes from
Saying she's married and I should find another woman
I love her only and only our hearts
Know what we want

I'll do anything in life for our love not to end
I'll even face a war if it has to be that way
I'll be capable of everything, I just can't get used
To her being away from me

I admire her husband, a man with a cool head
There are nights I spend the night, there are days I spend the day
With her by my side, then I'll leave her at home
And he doesn't even suspect

Ah, if I were married to a woman like her
I'd hire myself to take care of her
I wouldn't even step on the ground, only I would touch her
And not even a fly would land on her

But since she's married, I want her and I can't
Oh, if she became a widow or left that thing
I'd marry her, the world would be mine and hers
And the sky would be ours too

There are days I feel like saying her name
Publicly declaring, smelling and biting her
Thirty days of the month, then tell you all
My woman is that one