Atrás da Porta
Chico Buarque
Behind the Door
When you looked deep into my eyes
And your gaze was goodbye
I swear I didn't believe
I found you strange
I leaned over
Your body and doubted
And I dragged myself and scratched you
And I clung to your hair
To your fur
Your pajamas
At your feet
At the foot of the bed
Without affection, without cover
On the rug behind the door
I complained softly
I started to curse our home
To dirty your name, to humiliate you
And to avenge myself at any cost
Adoring you inside out
To show that I still belong to you
Just to prove that I still belong to you
