Sofrimento Líquido (part. Cristinas)

Every single day is like this
A different cry
For the same reason
No eye can withstand so much liquid suffering
Where do I press to get out of this?

I'm already familiar with bars all over the city
My name is stuck on the table
I became what I feared most
Living in the night every day

Oh oh oh oh, I'm suffering and drinking too much
Oh oh oh oh, I don't have a minute of peace
If booze could cure the pain of love
Sold in the pharmacy
It wasn't sold at the bar

Oh oh oh oh, I'm suffering and drinking too much
Oh oh oh oh, I don't have a minute of peace
If booze could cure the pain of love
Sold in the pharmacy
It wasn't sold at the bar
Oh oh oh oh