Injuriado

It's not that I was in a so-so mood
Hanging out with the cool and nice guys
But suddenly small details
Made me, among other things, act out of the ordinary
I was gradually getting offended
Grumpy, abandoned, unable to even love
The crisis made my life crazy
With a desire to go back to Copacabana
I went to a macumba
Quit my job
They admitted me to a clinic
Then I went traveling
When I returned, that's when I realized
That it's no use doing anything
To make this thing better
And then I got better!...