Da Cor Brasileira
Maria Bethânia
Of Brazilian Heart
The one I speak of finds me right
Marry me, if it works out and lie down
Courts me when he shouldn't
And when I wanted, leaves me at the table
The one I speak of speaks softly to me
And pretends to understand what he didn't even hear
Adores me and wants me only
While what lies is what he believed
This man who passes by on the street
Whom I meet at the party and turns my head
Is the one who wants me only his
And at the same time, that I be just another
The one I speak of is ugly and beautiful
Older and childlike, my best friend
He is the man of Brazilian heart
The madness and nonsense that sleeps with me
