Sem Açúcar
Maria Bethânia
Without Sugar
Every day he does things differently
I don't know if he comes back from the street
I don't know if he brings me a gift
I don't know if he minds his own business
Maybe he arrives feeling
Who knows, he covers me in kisses
Or doesn't even take off my dress
Or doesn't even guess my desires
Odd days have chocolate
Even days I live in a daze
Weekdays he hits me
Holidays he smooths me
Away from him, I tremble with love
In his presence, I fall silent
I'm his flower by day
I'm his horse by night
His beer is sacred
His will is the most just
My passion is a joke
His laughter scares me
His mouth is a lock
And my body is a bonfire
While he sleeps heavily
I roll alone on the treadmill
And doesn't even guess my desires
I'm his horse by night
I roll alone on the treadmill
