Pouco Beijo, Muito Gelo

I change clothes in front of you and you don't even look at me
I lay semi-naked by your side and you ignore me
You touch your phone more than you touch me
And you don't even care about the risk of me leaving

I think you've reached a level of coldness
And it doesn't matter, it's all the same
I think my 'I love you'
Is the sound you don't want to play anymore

It seems like you threw it in the trash
And set fire to everything we lived
The feeling I have
Is that if I say goodbye, I'll hear a 'go with God!'

I'm living with little kiss, lots of ice
If it were someone else, I would cheat on you
Your big luck is that I respect
This golden ring on my finger

I'm living with little kiss, lots of ice
If it were someone else, I would cheat on you
Your big luck is that I respect
This golden ring on my finger