Vítima

With the subtlety of a hurricane
You're taking over my heart, baby
With the cold blood of a torturer
I plan step by step to attack your love, baby

With the strange way of a normal guy
I get close to your body caressing a dagger, baby
With a dry mouth in an endless desert
I don't even realize that you're just a mirage to me, baby

I'm temperamental
Sometimes I feel sick in the middle of the party
I hate crowds
I know so many people without attraction

From my hideout on the thousandth floor
I spy day and night on your secret life
The cold of São Paulo makes me sweat
I'm a victim
Victim
Victim of your indiscreet window