Camas Separadas
Lindomar Castilho
Separate Beds
If it weren't for the love of our children
You wouldn't be with me anymore
Between us there's no love left
In fact, we're not even friends anymore
It was a mistake, this marriage of ours
Only divorce could solve it
But I don't want that because I think of the children
They weren't to blame for being born
We'll have to live in the same house
Sleep in separate beds
Until our children grow up
And each can go their own way
So they never have trauma in this life
And avoid great pain in the future
In front of them, I'll call you dear
And you'll call me my love
Separate beds
Kiss without warmth
Separate beds
End of our love
We'll have to live in the same house
Sleep in separate beds
Until our children grow up
And each can go their own way
So they never have trauma in this life
And avoid great pain in the future
In front of them, I'll call you dear
And you'll call me my love
Separate beds
Kiss without warmth
Separate beds
End of our love
Separate beds
Kiss without warmth
Separate beds
End of our love
