O Buraquinho
Peão Carreiro e Zé Paulo
The Little Hole
On the wall of your room I made a little hole
To keep watching you through the little hole
It's pure joy every moment, every hour
I'm peeking at you, I'm sniffing from outside
The way things are going, you'll melt into dust
It's devilish when one lives alone
Throw yourself on the bed just as you were born
What a shame, what a pity that this body isn't mine
You light me up, drive me crazy
It feels like my heart is going to explode
A man without a woman consoles himself with a picture
A hunter without a dog hunts with a cat
I'm peeking through the hole, I'm going crazy
Eyeing the beast, cocking my gun
