Gota de Sangue
Maria Bethânia
Drop of Blood
Don't take that glass from my hand
Don't think of me when I fall silent in pain
Look into my eyes filled with longing and love
Don't get upset or make yourself comfortable
Take off that clothing and malice from your body
Come quietly to hear what I have to say
It's not much nor little, I would say
It's not meant to be laughed at, but not taken seriously
It's just a drop of blood in verbal form
Let me feel beyond jealousy
Let me drink your scent, get drunk...
On reason, why don't I turn back?
I want you more and more than one day...
Don't take that kiss from my mouth
Never confuse affection and desire
Drink with me the final drop of blood
