White Letter

It goes love I make the thousand madness if you want,
I serve myself of tray for você woman,
only for seeing you happy and more passionate.
For that love, I give my whole life in your hands
All open the doors of my heart.
I face vendaval top any stopped.

I throw the hand in the fire for that passion,
Because I know that você has me in the heart,
I see in your eyes when playing my body

Master você,
I love você...