As Cartas Que eu Não Mando

Rio de Janeiro
Today is the 23rd of March
How are things going
From month to month
I sit down to write to you

I renovated the house
You didn't know about it
Nor about other things
You know, I had a son
It's been a while since I lost you

I keep to give you
the letters I don't send
I tell just to tell
I leave them somewhere (2x)

I saw some friends
Stumbling through life
I walked through so many streets
Stories forgotten
That one day I wanted to tell you

I keep imagining
Your house and your friends
Who you lie down with
Who gives you shelter
I remember that I once counted on you

I keep to give you
the letters I don't send
I tell just to tell
I leave them somewhere (2x)

And the piles of envelopes
No longer fit in the cabinets
They take up my space
Forming heaps in the living room
And today they are my bed
My table, my sheets
And I dress in longing
For what we are no longer