Café Com Pão

Everyone knows that I like you
Everyone knows, everyone pretends and no one sees anymore
I say: La la la, but this is a game of love
That starts beautifully, then turns into that horror movie

Sky's color, if it's blue there's no need for explanation in the fallen apple
Says the light in the eyes that it's more certain to hide emotions

Maybe the truth is there
In kisses at airports, prayers in hospitals and so on
It's in the color of coffee, it's in the taste of bread
In dreams, loss, tears, pleasure, death, love

Everyone thinks like that, in a general way
Having any job, having any money, having any love
And always: La la la, with a few exceptions
They say commitment makes all risk need desire

Sky's color, if it's blue there's no need for explanation in the fallen apple
Says the light in the eyes that it's more certain to hide hearts

Maybe the truth is there
In kisses at airports, prayers in hospitals
And much more than conformity and adequacy
It's about not silencing the heart, it's about overcoming desires
Doubting what is right, resisting temptations
It's in the color of coffee, it's in the taste of bread
In dreams, loss, tears, pleasure, death, love