Escorpião
Matheus de Bezerra
Scorpion
Your scorpion kiss
Increased my demand
And I keep for you
Scenes from national movies
Open-air room architecture
For me to see the Sun
Kissing your face
And you
Photosynthesized
The shadow of your body tattooing mine
Your jaguar spots
Are signs of the forest
Revealing a crack of Sun
Every time you smile slowly
The wind on your forehead
My dear
Drawing your hair in the sky
Your voice is the mantra
That I listen to
When I need peace
Our love is no good
My dear
And that's why we like it more
Your thing is to turn
My wrong paths into shortcuts
So when I get lost
I come across your street
And wake up with my soul naked
By your side
I make deals
With the Moon
For the night to last the whole day
I give you precise kisses
That hit your target
And divert the obvious
From our abstract
There are things that are facts
My dear
There are things that only we have
We tear up contracts
My dear
Our clauses
Belong to no one
Your voice is the mantra
That I listen to
When I need peace
Our love is no good
My dear
And that's why we like it more
We like it more
Your scorpion kiss
Increased my demand