Três da Madrugada

Three in the morning
Almost nothing
The abandoned city
And this street that has no end
Three in the morning
Everything and nothing
The abandoned city
And this street has nothing left of me
Nothing
Night, late night
This city that keeps me
That makes me miss
It's always like this
Sad dawn
Everything and nothing
The cold hand, the frozen hand
Touches me lightly
Know
My poor heart is worth nothing
At three in the morning
All the unspoken word
Of this city street
That has no end
That has no end
That has no end