Sem Fantasia
Maria Bethânia
Without Fantasy
Come, my wild boy
Come, without lying to yourself
Come, but come without fantasy
Because overnight you won't grow
Come, please don't avoid
My love, my invitations
My pain, my pleas
I'll wrap your hair around me
Come get lost in my arms
For God's sake
Come because I want you weak
Come because I want you foolish
Come because I want you all mine
Ah, I want to tell you
That the moment to see you
Cost so much suffering
I won't regret
I just came to convince you
That I came not to die
From waiting for you so much
I want to tell you
About the rains I endured
The nights I stayed up
In the dark searching for you
I want to show you
The scars I got
In battles against the king
In arguments with God
And now that I've arrived
I want the reward
I want the immense gift
Of your affections