Troféu de Dor
Gino e Geno
Trophy of Pain
Don't make love, darling
A toy...
Don't mock a heart
That loves so much...
Respect at least those who love
The feeling
Because the hurt
Is the greatest torment
That turns a beautiful dream
Into disenchantment
Don't cause so much torment
To a heart...
Don't let a sincere love
For a thousand loves...
Who throws perfumed roses
In your path
Only in return
Receives the thorn
As a reward
For sending you flowers
It was me who threw at your feet
All my life...
It was me who placed in your hands
All my love...
And now as a reward
I cry, my dear
Sincere tears
I lost the game
I received from life
A trophy of pain!
That's why I no longer believe
In sincere love
That I was always sincere in life
And no one was with me
I swear I play fair
I was a good player
But I was cheated
In the game of love
By the opponent
Who was my friend.
