Neste Mesmo Lugar

Here, in this same place
In this same place of ours
I could never have thought
That I’d come back alone after
The same waiter comes near
It seems like nothing has changed
But nothing really rhymes
With the happy times that have passed

By a cruel irony
Someone started to sing
A slow samba by Noel
That saw our love begin

Now all that's left is for the door to open
And him to come in with someone new
And walk right past me
Without a glance
Now all that's left is for the door to open
And him to come in with someone new
And walk right past me.