Vingança

I liked it so much
So much when they told me
That they found her
Drinking and crying
At a bar table
And when close friends
Asked about me
A sob cut her voice
Didn't let her speak
But I liked it so much
So much, when they told me
That I had to make an effort
For no one to notice

Remorse may be the cause
Of her despair
She must be well aware
Of what she did
To make me go through this shame
With a companion
And shame
Is the greatest inheritance my father left me
But as long as there is strength in my chest
I want nothing else
And to all the saints
Revenge, revenge
I shall cry
She will roll like the stones
That roll on the road
Without ever having a corner of her own
To rest