Cacilda
Com que lábios te beijei
Lábios de amor
Lábios de atriz
Com que lábios eu te quis
Com que chorei
E ris
Com que lábios me pintei
Com que lábios fui feliz
E depois nem perguntei
Com que paixão
Deixei levar
Entreguei o coração
Ao turbilhão
Do mar
Nas lágrimas que derramei de mim pra mim
Em espetáculo me dei
Mirei no teu espelho e vi o espelho de ninguém
Mas na lábia pequena em que me descobri
Da boca de cena nasci
Pra grande lábia de viver o gozo de existir
E com você
Saber enfim
Que sim
Fingir, fingir, fingir
E atingir
O ser
De atriz
Cacilda
With what lips did I kiss you
Lips of love
Lips of an actress
With what lips did I want you
With what I cried
And laughed
With what lips did I paint myself
With what lips was I happy
And then I didn’t even ask
With what passion
I let myself go
I gave my heart
To the whirlwind
Of the sea
In the tears I shed from me to me
I gave a show
I looked in your mirror and saw the mirror of no one
But in the little charm where I discovered myself
From the stage mouth I was born
To the grand charm of living the joy of existing
And with you
To finally know
That yes
To pretend, to pretend, to pretend
And to reach
The being
Of an actress