Mensagem (ao vivo)

When the mailman arrived and shouted my name
With a letter in hand
Faced with such a rude surprise
I don't even know how I made it to the gate

Reading the beautiful envelope
I recognized your handwriting
The same calligraphy that once told me
I'm fed up with you

However, I didn't have the courage to open the message
Because, in uncertainty, I pondered, I said
Will it be of joy or will it be of sadness?
How much sad truth or joyful lie
A letter brings us
And thinking like this, I tore up your letter and burned it
To suffer no more

All love letters are ridiculous
They wouldn't be love letters if they weren't ridiculous
I also wrote, in my time
Love letters like the others, ridiculous
Love letters, if there is love, have to be ridiculous

I wish I had the time when I wrote, without realizing it
Ridiculous love letters
But, after all, only the creatures who have never written love letters
Are the ridiculous ones

However, I didn't have the courage to open the message
Because, in uncertainty, I pondered, I said
Will it be of joy or will it be of sadness?
How much sad truth or joyful lie
A letter brings us
Thinking like this, I tore up your letter and burned it
To suffer no more