Marco Casagrande.
Hoje sei bem quem sou.
Não sei quem eu amei, nem quem me amou.
Tive mulheres de todos tipos e maneiras.
Pra todas disse que amava, e a frase dita era verdadeira.
Umas acreditaram, outras não.
Pra algumas foi aventura, pra outras foi paixão.
Não encontrei o que procurava, só momentos.
Elas se relacionavam, e não queriam sentimentos.
Os beijos eram quentes, cheios de desejos.
O coração era frio e vazio, bem diferentes daqueles beijos.
O prazer era intenso, até pensava que era Amor.
E depois que o prazer passava, só restava o vazio e a dor.
Tudo era complexo.
Parecia ser real, mas era sexo.
Fui me acostumando com essa vida louca.
Me diziam (eu te amo), e até beijavam na boca.
Hoje tudo mudou, joguei meu amor ao léu.
Não tenho sentimentos, sou um amante de aluguel.
Lover rentals.
Marco Casagrande.
Today I know well who I am.
I do not know who I loved, and who loved me.
I had women of all types and ways.
To all I said you loved, and said sentence was true.
Some believe, some do not.
For some it was adventure, for others it was love.
I have not found what you were looking, only moments.
They were related, and did not want feelings.
The kisses were warm, full of desires.
The heart was cold and empty, quite different from those kisses.
The pleasure was intense, even thought it was love.
And after the pleasure passed, there was only emptiness and pain.
Everything was complex.
It seemed to be real, but it was sex.
I was getting used to this crazy life.
I said (I Love You), and even kissed on the mouth.
Today everything has changed, I threw my love aimlessly.
I have feelings, I'm a rental lover.
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