Tiro no pé
Bonde do Vaqueiro
Shot in the foot
I thought I could, missing her
Being without her
I made the mistake of leaving her
I stayed in that
My heart, in loneliness
Is in danger
It was a shot in the foot
It was friendly fire
I can't forget her
Go, missing her, go tell her
That I'm here dying of love for her
I'm in that kind of passion
Say that I can only sleep feeling her scent
And to relax I have to hug her pillow
