A Mentira do Vosso Amor

The lie of your love
Is in the phonetics of the very word you trivialize every day
I never loved with your love
I always let the beat of my heart guide my movements

Today they call me a dreamer
Because I carry your dreams to make them real before the Sun retires
I just want the warmth
Of your embrace when victory comes and lets us move on

That love you give me timidly isn’t love
That smile you wear hypocritically isn’t love
That love you make so wildly isn’t love
The dawn will leave you more different and indifferent

My love comes from the agony of that woman who adores you
And comes from the melody of the most sincere ballad
My love comes from this Winter that offers you Spring
My love comes from this love that still waits for you