Sambinha da Saudade

You left, but took away the grace of things
And still forgot, you in my room

And now what will I tell?
For our books
The walls will also miss you

My bed, it's cold and empty
And the alarm clock has no one to wake up

And now what will I tell?
For our books
The walls will also miss you
And now what will I tell?
For our books
The walls will also miss you

You left, but took away the grace of things
And still forget, you in my room

And now what will I tell?
For our books
The walls will also miss you

My bed, it's cold and empty
And the alarm clock has no one to wake up

And now what will I tell?
For our books
The walls will also miss you
And now what will I tell?
For our books
The walls will also miss you