Flor da Pele
Zeca Baleiro
On Edge
I'm so on edge
Any soap opera kiss makes me cry
I'm so on edge
That your gaze, flower in the window, makes me die
I'm so on edge
My desire is confused with the will of not being
I'm so on edge
That my skin has the fire of the final judgment
I'm so on edge
Any soap opera kiss makes me cry
I'm so on edge
That your gaze, flower in the window, makes me die
I'm so on edge
That my desire is confused with the will of not being
I'm so on edge
That my skin has the fire of the final judgment
A boat without a port
Without direction, without sail
Horse without saddle
A loose animal
A dog without an owner
A boy, a bandit
Sometimes I preserve myself
Other times, I commit suicide!
I'm so on edge
Any soap opera kiss makes me cry
I'm so on edge
That your gaze, flower in the window, makes me die
I'm so on edge
My desire is confused with the will of not being
I'm so on edge
That my skin has the fire of the final judgment
A boat without a port
Without direction, without sail
Horse without saddle
A loose animal
A dog without an owner
A boy, a bandit
Sometimes I preserve myself
Other times, I commit suicide!
Oh, yes!
I'm so tired
But not to say
That I no longer believe in you
I don't need a lot of money
Thank God!
But I'll take
That old ship
That old ship!
A boat without a port
Without direction, without sail
Horse without saddle
A loose animal
A dog without an owner
A boy, a bandit
Sometimes I preserve myself
Other times, I commit suicide!
