A Gente Fica Sem Se Amar

When you wake up in the morning and have your coffee alone,
Ask your sadness if it's also mine.
Write my name with the tip of your finger
On the bread crumbs on the table
Light a cigarette, skip the coffee, and think of my
sadness.

When I wake up in the morning and have my coffee on the street,
I ask my sadness if it's also yours,
Friends ask how I am, if we haven't seen each other yet,
They tease me and tell me that I look
Like someone who hasn't slept.

I don't care about her and she doesn't care,
And we stay without speaking.
If she doesn't reach out, I don't either,
And we stay without loving each other.

When I wake up in the morning and have my coffee on the street,
I ask my sadness if it's also yours,
Friends ask how I am, if we haven't seen each other yet,
They tease me and tell me that I look
Like someone who hasn't slept.

I don't care about her and she doesn't care,
And we stay without speaking.
If she doesn't reach out, I don't either,
And we stay without loving each other.