A culpa é sua

The waiter...
One more please...

Whiskey and a cigarette
And a waiter bothering me
Says he's going to close the bar
I'll pay a hundred reais for what's left in the bottle
He doesn't want to sell
So he won't see me cry
I've already drunk too much
But I'm not going back home
Tonight I'll sleep on the street
If I become a bum out there
It's your fault

Already annoyingly drunk
And no one can stand me
But forgive me, I don't know what I'm doing anymore
This will pass
But only when she comes back to my arms

I who didn't even drink
Didn't go out
Only dedicated myself to her
I lived only for her
If today I cry so much
If I'm already dizzy
And if I'm going to sleep on the street
It doesn't matter anymore
It doesn't matter to me anymore
It's your fault.