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

In short, you can save
The remains of everything they call home
The shadows of all that we were
The marks of love on our sheets
Our best memories

That hope that everything will work out
Forget it
That ring, you can pawn
Or melt

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

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

I knock on the gate without making a fuss
I take the identity card
A last drink, lots of longing
And the slight impression that I'm already late