Livre Outra Vez

Love sickness
Only heals with another
My heart needs passion
Otherwise it beats slowly
I disguise myself well
Singing softly
Looking at the sky
Impossible for someone to feel alone

I'll climb a very high mountain,
I'll cry, scream, curse until I'm exhausted
If I lose one more game and another love
It's a sign that luck has left me in checkmate
Free again, in chess!