Your skin does not have the scent
and the fragrance of a home
Maybe you were a pigeon
who flew from the loft
before time, without learning to fly.
Only you know what winds
that dragged to the place
where a different man
every night he will buy
Oh, your caresses that tomorrow will forget.
Woman,
merchant of love
between cigars and liquor
every now and then you cry
and Nadia knows your pain.
Woman,
who could rescue
everything good in you
and give yourself an illusion
why you want to live
Well, your life is torn
in every night of pleasure
a lost hope finds you every dawn
your broken dreams
dreams that could not be.
Chorus:
(You are a merchant of love
and nobody knows what's in you, woman).
If you are the owner of the remedies
of the pains within the soul
the sorrows of the heart.
Oh, on a moon suffering, baby
and yet with your smile
You know cure cravings and sorrows.
And although you are a night butterfly
you were the doctor's cure
the lawyer's attorney and the law of love.
~
You who work the oldest of the professions
you take away the pains, you take away pains
You have a thousand dreams and ambitions.
How to adore your caresses
Oh, on secret nights
however for the day
Not a discreet look, mom.
~
And as of the evils nobody escapes
and she tells you to put on a hat
put on a cover, and I say.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)