Fera Mansa
Zezé Di Camargo & Luciano
Gentle Beast
Look 45, your gaze is a silver bullet
Walking pure-blooded, royal lineage of passion
It holds me in its hand, caresses me, this princess kills me
It's a wild bull in the arena of my heart
Your body like a country guitar
I feel like playing when I see it
Connected to the turbine, cowboy, this girl
Looks like a country airplane
Beautiful smile, red lips
Very attractive in tight jeans
For her, I pay the price
And give my farm with everything, with the gate closed
She's a beast, a real beast
Untamable beast that never tires of love
But when I throw my lasso
I catch her in my embrace
This girl becomes a gentle beast
She's a beast, a real beast
Untamable beast that never tires of love
But when I throw my lasso
I catch her in my embrace
This girl becomes a gentle beast
