Saudade Véia
Bruno e Marrone
Old Longing
I'm in that recently abandoned long process, crying and drinking
I'm at a plastic table and to fit more beer the cup is made of a plastic bottle
I'm already in the red on battery, I call, she hangs up, what agony
My friend is a caramel dog, biting my slipper
I say stop, he doesn't stop, like the tear falling on my face
Oh old longing of the damn
Why do we love those who don't love us?
Some hitting the table, others taking it in bed
Oh old longing of the damn
Why do we love those who don't love us?
Some hitting the table, others taking it in bed
