Buttons on Your Blouse (Os Seus Botões)
The buttons on the white blouseThat you wore that nightTrying a bit shylyTo unbutton rightOne by one they openedFar enough to seeA little more of youThat you gave to meLovers give themselvesAlways wanting morePillows in disorderClothes upon the floor..I'm that one to holdAnd lips that need to touchWhispering the wordsThat can mean so much
Outside it was rainingThe raincoat on the wallWas watching every momentNever spoke at all
And that same white blouseThat finally opened rightFell into a cornerWaited in the night
Arms that want to holdThat lips that need to touchWhispering the wordsThat can mean so muchOutside it was rainingThe raincoat on the wallWatching every momentNever spoke at all
And that same white blouseThat finally opened rightFell into a cornerWaited in the nightWaited in the nightWaited in the nightIn the nightWaited in the night