Triste, Louca Ou Má

Sad, crazy or evil
Will be qualified
She who refuses
To follow such recipe

The cultural recipe
Of the husband, the family
Takes care, takes care of the routine

Only rejects
A well-known recipe
Who without pain
Accepts that everything must change

That a man does not define you
Your house does not define you
Your flesh does not define you
You are your own home

A man does not define you
Your house does not define you
Your flesh does not define you
You are your own home

She went crazy, untied knots
Will live alone

She went crazy, untied knots
Will live alone

I don't see myself in the word
Female, prey
Conformed victim

I prefer to burn the map
Draw the road again
See colors in the ashes
And reinvent life

And a man does not define me
My house does not define me
My flesh does not define me
I am my own home

And the man does not define me
My house does not define me
My flesh does not define me
I am my own home

She went crazy, untied knots
Will live alone

She went crazy, untied knots
Will live alone

She went crazy, untied knots (and a man does not define me, my house does not define me)
Will live alone (my flesh does not define me)
(I am my own home)

She went crazy, untied knots (and a man does not define me)
Will live alone (my flesh does not define me)