Batendo A Porta
Mart'nália
Knocking on the Door
How are you? Good health?
It wasn't for nothing that you moved from here to improve
But you can come in, the house is yours
Just don't mind the humble house
That you exchanged for a mansion
You can sit, make yourself at home
You missed a love
That, unfortunately, no longer exists
You can talk, you can suffer, you can cry
Because now you don't win me over
I know this trick
And I won't bow down anymore
You can try, you can look at me, you can hate
And you can even leave slamming the door
Because
