Bossa create woman to warm a man’s soul,
wrong my fate, raw oath wear.
With necklace of coals burn in fire
dance and trance I see in you a man who you sleep.
God cursed me forever to be a fairy,
with tired feet in the embers pay love.
The truth is God know damn cruel,
hell know I was born far is my paradise?
Days us is our destiny to be divided,
warm your soul with another woman, and my burns .