It doesn't matter
To live behind a mask
Pretend to love yourself
If you have no heart
Make yourself expensive
Like a rare gem
Burning only in the flame
From television
Even if you only look well dressed
The showy woman spends her life investing
Plays with those she can deceive
Play with her assets but can barely sleep
And sooner or later wakes up in bad sheets
It doesn't matter
Sulking
Without getting out of bed
Without even dressing
Tired woman
Becomes heavy
Remains confined
To the fish that falls to you
Even if you don't think of having fun
The girl who settles must think about going out
Sleep according to the hours there are to sleep
Will wake up sleepy but ready to laugh
And having sheets always smelling good
It doesn't matter
To become angry
To live resigned
To a poor fate
The woman who rules
Is happy with who responds
Makes a samba of life
Dances and is rash
Even though it seems tumultuous
To persist in the right life gives more strength to the heart
Being slow only makes it gray
The woman who supports herself more lives
For those who taste the love of her sheets
It doesn't matter
To live behind a mark
To pretend you love yourself
Who wants to run away
The woman who deceives
Makes her bed
And still is deceived
Who stops sleeping
Although it seems like solidarity
Instead of a false love it is better to have a friendship
That the future finds out what is not the truth
It seems good at the time but then, later
Who will abandon your sheets?