Ilusão

Illusion, oooooooh...
it was the first time we loved each other.
In my chest I still carry the pain that added up, separated me, from the taste of happiness.
Illusion, oooooooh...
why does our love have to end like this.
if a bitter taste remains life is so bad, not knowing about myself, I follow a song throughout the city.
It was good to love you, to make love in the early morning, êêê laia, êêê laia lá.
It was good, to give yourself, to make you my everything and nothing, êêê laia, êêê laia lá.

Illusion...