Tânia

Tânia, today you turn thirteen,
I see in your face your plans,
I know you want to lie down,
Come here, I'll help you,
Forget the nuns and the altar,
Tânia, Tânia, baby.

Tânia, with a bag against the buttons
That stick out despite the sermons,
Pink on the white blouse,
She refuses, but wants to lie down,
Forget the nuns and the altar.

Your naked and wet body,
Turned in the bath, oh sin,
Had to be exorcised,
Oh, Tânia, Tânia,
God is not so bad,
Come my dear, trust me.

Tânia, forget the spite of the nuns,
People who live on the edges
And never dare the deep,
Fire, black, center of the world,
God is in the pure and the impure.

Your face shows the fear
That pulses from the heaving of your chest,
Your body dry or wet,
Was made, to, to
Be truly touched by God.

Come, come, come, come Tânia,
Because today you turn thirteen, deny,
Your face spreads your plans
And I know you want to lie down,
For God's sake, come here,
For God watching us bless,
Let's go!!!