Lyrics of Face A Face - Simone

Face A Face (original)

São as trapaças da sorte, são as graças da paixão
Pra se combinar comigo tem que ter opinião
São as desgraças da sorte, são as traças da paixão
Quem quiser casar comigo tem que ter bom coração
Morena quando repenso o nosso sonho fagueiro
O céu estava tão denso, o inverno tão passageiro
Uma certeza me nasce, e abole todo o meu zelo
Quando me vi face a face fitava o meu pesadelo
Estava cego o apelo, estava solto o impasse
Sofrendo nosso desvelo, perdendo no desenlace
No rolo feito um novelo, até o fim do degelo
Até que a morte me abrace
São as desgraças da sorte, são as traças da paixão
Quem quiser casar comigo tem que ter bom coração
São as trapaças da sorte, são as graças da paixão
Pra se combinar comigo tem que ter opinião
Morena quando relembro aquele céu escarlate
Mal começava dezembro, já ia longe o combate
Uma lambada me bole, uma certeza me abate
A dor querendo que eu morra, o amor querendo que eu mate
Estava solta a cachorra que mete o dente e não late
No meio daquela zorra, perdendo no desempate
Girando feito piorra, até que a mágoa escorra
Até que a raiva desate
São as trapaças da sorte, são as graças da paixão
Pra se combinar comigo tem que ter opinião
São as desgraças da sorte, são as traças da paixão
Quem quiser casar comigo tem que ter bom coração

(translation)

They are the tricks of luck, they are the graces of passion
To agree with me, you have to have an opinion
They are the misfortunes of luck, they are the moths of passion
Whoever wants to marry me must have a good heart
Morena when I rethink our fagueiro dream
The sky was so dense, the winter so fleeting
A certainty is born to me, and it abolishes all my zeal
When I saw myself face to face I was staring at my nightmare
The appeal was blind, the impasse was loose
Suffering our care, losing in the denouement
On the roll made a skein, until the end of the thaw
Until death embraces me
They are the misfortunes of luck, they are the moths of passion
Whoever wants to marry me must have a good heart
They are the tricks of luck, they are the graces of passion
To agree with me, you have to have an opinion
Morena when I remember that scarlet sky
As soon as December began, the combat was already far away
A lambada mebole, a certainty kills me
Pain wanting me to die, love wanting me to kill
The dog was loose that puts in the tooth and does not bark
In the middle of that dolly, losing in the tiebreaker
Spinning around like a badass, until the heartache runs out
Until the rage unleashes
They are the tricks of luck, they are the graces of passion
To agree with me, you have to have an opinion
They are the misfortunes of luck, they are the moths of passion
Whoever wants to marry me must have a good heart