Simone — Face A Face song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Face A Face" by Simone.
Lyrics
São as trapaças da sorte, são as graças da paixão
Pra se combinar comigo tem que ter opinião
São as desgraças da sorte, são as traças da paixão
Quem quiser casar comigo tem que ter bom coração
Morena quando repenso o nosso sonho fagueiro
O céu estava tão denso, o inverno tão passageiro
Uma certeza me nasce, e abole todo o meu zelo
Quando me vi face a face fitava o meu pesadelo
Estava cego o apelo, estava solto o impasse
Sofrendo nosso desvelo, perdendo no desenlace
No rolo feito um novelo, até o fim do degelo
Até que a morte me abrace
São as desgraças da sorte, são as traças da paixão
Quem quiser casar comigo tem que ter bom coração
São as trapaças da sorte, são as graças da paixão
Pra se combinar comigo tem que ter opinião
Morena quando relembro aquele céu escarlate
Mal começava dezembro, já ia longe o combate
Uma lambada me bole, uma certeza me abate
A dor querendo que eu morra, o amor querendo que eu mate
Estava solta a cachorra que mete o dente e não late
No meio daquela zorra, perdendo no desempate
Girando feito piorra, até que a mágoa escorra
Até que a raiva desate
São as trapaças da sorte, são as graças da paixão
Pra se combinar comigo tem que ter opinião
São as desgraças da sorte, são as traças da paixão
Quem quiser casar comigo tem que ter bom coração
Lyrics translation
They are the cheats of luck, they are the graces of passion
To match me you have to have an opinion
It's the misfortunes of luck, it's the moths of passion
Anyone who wants to marry me has to have a good heart
Brunette when I rethink our dream Beech
The sky was so dense, the winter so fleeting
A certainty is born to me, and abrogates all my zeal
When I saw myself face to face I was staring at my nightmare
The appeal was blind, the deadlock was loose
Suffering our unraveling, losing in the denouement
On the roll made a skein, until the end of defrosting
Till death embrace me
It's the misfortunes of luck, it's the moths of passion
Anyone who wants to marry me has to have a good heart
They are the cheats of luck, they are the graces of passion
To match me you have to have an opinion
Brunette when I remember that Scarlet Sky
As soon as December began, the fight was already far away
A lambada bole me, a sure slaughter me
The pain wanting me to die, the love wanting me to kill
It was loose the dog that puts the tooth and does not bark
In the middle of that bitch, losing in the tiebreaker
Spinning made worse, until the hurt drips
Until the rage unleashes
They are the cheats of luck, they are the graces of passion
To match me you have to have an opinion
It's the misfortunes of luck, it's the moths of passion
Anyone who wants to marry me has to have a good heart