Eu Que Não Amo Você

I, who don't smoke, wanted a cigarette
I who don't love you
I aged ten years or more
In this last month

I felt longing, a desire to return
To do the right thing, here is my place
But you know how hard it is to find
The right word, the right time to return
The door open, the right time to arrive

I, who don't smoke, wanted a cigarette
I who don't love you
I aged ten years or more
In this last month
And I, who don't drink, asked for a cognac
To face the winter
That comes through the door
That you left open when you left

The truth is I danced without wanting to dance
And now I don't even know where I belong
Day and night, non-stop, I searched, without finding
The right word, the right time to return
The door open, the right time to arrive

I, who don't smoke, wanted a cigarette
I who don't love you
I aged ten years or more
In this last month
And I who don't drink, asked for a cognac
To face the winter
That comes through the door
That you left open when you left

I, who don't smoke, wanted a cigarette
I who don't love you

I, who don't smoke, asked for a cigarette
I who don't love you
I aged ten years or more
In this last month
And I who don't drink, wanted a cognac
To face the winter
That comes through the door
That you left open when you left