Essa Mulher

Early in the morning this lady settles
Set the table, dust, wash clothes, dry your eyes
Ah, how this saint doesn't forget
To ask for women, for children, for bread

Then he smiled a little awkwardly
And hug that man, that world that makes her so happy
In the afternoon this girl dates herself
If you decorate yourself, if you decorate yourself, you know everything, it doesn't hurt
Oh, how beautiful this thing is
Being a singer, being an artist, that's all very good

And she cries so much with pleasure and agony
Someday, any day I will understand how to be happy
This woman does so much damage at dawn
Take off your clothes, make the bed, turn the table, dry the bar
Oh, how this crazy woman forgets
How many men go crazy in this mouth, on this floor

Then it seems like he finds it funny
And thanks fate for everything that makes her so unhappy
This girl, this woman, this lady
Who I bump into all the time in the casual mirror
It is made of shadow and so much light