Tudo e Nada

I have everything here
I lack nothing
But the longing tightens
Leaves its mark
The old accordion by the roadside
And the sound of the guitar in the early morning
Even the singing of the juriti
Longing kills more
Where could she be
Where could she be

I no longer have a set time or schedule
For I live lost
And walk in a hurry
My chest is strong, is strong, is strong
But I can't take it anymore
I pack my bags and come back to find you
Even the singing of the juriti
Longing kills more
Where could she be
Where could she be