There are people who don't know my name
There are people who ask me to come back
From a place I don't even know where it is
Located the house of longing
Who live up to their elder years
I've already lived in a garden and kissed so many carnations
Time doesn't pass on the pretty girl's face
She was pretty before, but now she lives as she wants, oh, what a life!
My name is Luzia, I did a bit of everything
From my relics she made poetry
I bear in my heart the mother who could
As I fight this battle, I reveal the woman I am
I've already lived in a garden and kissed so many carnations
Time doesn't pass on the pretty girl's face
She was pretty before, but now she lives as she wants, oh, what a life!
My name is Luzia, I did a bit of everything
From my relics she made poetry
I bear in my heart the mother who could
As I fight this battle, I reveal the woman I am
Don't torture me, my God, don't torture me
Luzia
Luzia...