O Suficiente

Our case is like music, like a country romance
Samba groove at work, a reggae if I kiss you
In a fight, we're punk friends
But in bed you say you love me and we make a funk

Living is never easy, not for me either
I've walked without focus, without strength, only counting on faith
I found my focus in the love of this woman
When I said 'I'm poor, a dreamer' and she said 'that's enough'

If she were a Rap, her smell would be the beat
To see her again I would let it repeat
I would know by heart every line
I would sing and declare to everyone that that song is mine

The first chord would be your gaze
The introduction would be your smile;
Your body, the improvisation
With the most tricky lyrics to rhyme
And your kiss would be the easiest chorus to remember

And there, I had no money
Jumping from flip-flops to the bus turnstile
I had the desire, but I had no reason
That's when I found you, breathless, on the ground

And you wanted me like that (with nothing)
To offer you (with nothing)
To pay you, to strengthen (with nothing)
But with enough to do everything for you

It's rent time, the end of the month has arrived
God willing, the eviction won't catch us this time
Food for the dogs, pasta for us and for you all
Who believe that in the search for love there are no laws

I'm a bum, she's beautiful
Sleeping on my chest like this, even more
It was a summer love, I asked you for a chance
And then we stayed away from this 'one thing is one thing' thing

I always said it would clear up, it did!
Our sound is still 'until the end', not 'over'
I got tired of going so far, brought you to live with me
Let the world explode if your heart is my shelter

I'll call you from here to say I'm leaving, the plane is already taking off
I flirted shamelessly, you'll say I'm handsome
I worked like a mule in the fields, cart and my sound
Our rose is my good
I gave it for a dream, I believed in myself to live off my gift

Life wanted it to happen this way
It gave me the option to resolve myself
Chico Buarque would make thirty more songs if he knew you
But it wasn't him; it was me, and I do Rap, so I made this one

Romantic, sly, thug, in love
Thrown at your feet, exaggerated
Not Chuck Norris, not Jack Bauer, girl
Stay calm, the mission to make you happy is mine!

And there, I had no money
Jumping from flip-flops to the bus turnstile
I had the desire, but I had no reason
That's when I found you, breathless, on the ground

And you wanted me like that (with nothing)
To offer you (with nothing)
To pay you, to strengthen (with nothing)
But with enough to do everything for you