Street love
that you sell your kisses
in exchange for love.
Although you love him,
although you wait for him,
he takes long coming back.
Don't forget your sorrow
by dancing and drinking,
pretending you laugh,
and the coldness of the night
punishes your sole,
and you loose your faith.
Street love
that you go looking for affection
with your face all made up,
and with a wounded heart.
If you would have a love,
a really true love,
you would be different, perhaps,
just similar to other women
but, they have lied to you so much...
After you have drunk too much,
you go crying along the streets,
and if the world could understand
but they don't know your sorrow.
Street love
that you go looking for affection
with your face all made up,
and with a wounded heart.