Trocando Em Miúdos

I'll leave you the measure of Bonfim
It didn't help me
But I'll keep Pixinguinha's album, yes!
The rest is yours

Changing it in small quantities, you can save it
The remains of everything they call home
The shadows of everything that was us
The love marks on our sheets
Our best memories

That hope that everything will work out
You can forget
That ring, you can pawn
Or melt

But I must say I won't give you
The enormous pleasure of seeing me cry
I won't even charge you for your damage
My chest so torn

Indeed
Accept help from your future love
For rent
Give back the Neruda you took from me
And never read

I slam the gate without making a fuss
I take the identity card
A nightcap, I miss you so much
And the slight impression that I'm already late