Triste e Alegre

I get sad, happy
Without drinking I get sad, drinking I get happy

I'll call her and I'll say
That I'm alone needing you
I ask God what is the solution
Better to vent than to die in loneliness

Happiness in a glass of drink
If the beer is cold
She looks prettier

I'll cry, I'll suffer
And be happy, because who knows how to have fun

I get sad, happy
Without drinking I get sad, drinking I get happy