O ciúme de você The jealousy of you

The fit of you, is a way
Natural, to show my
Love,

And prove that it's real, everything that
I feel it in me

And swear it's love, inside the
My heart is respect is
Passion,

Because you accept me, know
Trust, it was too much to
Me.

Just thinking, not being with
You do not know what it is that
I do

My love, I need your hug.


Just to know, that I'm not
With you I prefer
to vanish

If it's not with you, love inside
From me it never goes
Exist.