À Queima-Roupa
Fafá de Belém
Point-Blank
Today I came here to talk about things
That I never talked about
Things that maybe you won't even
Like to hear
Truths, I know, bother
But I will speak
No one will take from me
This urge to scream
Today I will say
That many times I hurt myself
To not hurt you
And many times I cried
To not see you cry
And the times I left and let you stay
Today I will say
About the loneliness, the nights
Without you here
The fear, the desire to possess you
The passion I carried all this time
Without you here
In truth, this love
Was the stone in the way
Was the well that dried up
Was the bed of thorns
Was the rose that withered
Was the dream that marked my life
In truth, this love
Was a point-blank shot
Was the cloth that wore out
The boy without a toy
Was the moon that went out
Was the sun that didn't shine in my life
Today I will say
That many times I hurt myself
To not hurt you
And so many times I cried
To not see you cry
And when I left and let you stay
Today I will say
About the loneliness, the nights
Without you here
The fear, the desire to possess you
The passion I carried all this time
Without you here
In truth, this love
Was the stone in the way
Was the well that dried up
Was the bed of thorns
Was the rose that withered
Was the dream that marked my life
In truth, this love
Was a point-blank shot
Was the cloth that wore out
The boy without a toy
Was the moon that went out
Was the sun that didn't shine in my life
