Flôr de Croata
Flávio José
Croatian Flower
I will knock on the door
For those who abused me
This sad face of mine
Was not born like this
It was as beautiful as a Croatian flower
And then angry
Was damn good at sniffing
Had a joy
That flowed night and day
But it exceeded
For a certain villain
Of a love
That was not enjoyable
Only brought sorrow
And everything in the end
It was even good
That taught me to be bad (Repeat)
