A Gente Briga, a Gente Chora

Love, why do we fight so much?
Because you don't trust me
We can't live crying
But love has these things, yes

I don't understand you
But you have to understand
Why do you treat me like this?
Listen, love, I'll tell you
Don't be afraid of losing me

We fight, we cry but we love each other
Then everything is fine in bed
We pull, stretch, and come back but we love each other
Then everything is fine in bed

I stay here imagining our love in paradise
And I lose my sleep just thinking about you