O Divã
Roberto Carlos
The Couch
I recall the house with a porch
Many flowers on the window
My mother inside
Told me with a smile
But a warning in her tears
To be careful
In the journey to the future
I was still pure
But in a kiss, said goodbye
My house was modest
But I was safe
Wasn't afraid of anything
Wasn't afraid of the dark
Wasn't afraid of thunderstorms
My siblings around me
And my father always coming back
Had sweat on his face
No money in his pocket
But brought hopes
These memories kill me
These memories kill me
These memories kill me
That's why I come here
I remember well the party, the whistle
And in the crowd, a scream
Blood on the white linen
The peace of those who carried
In their arms those who cried
And still looked up at the sky
And found hope
For a day so far away
At least for moments
To find the dreamed peace
These memories kill me
These memories kill me
These memories kill me
That's why I come here
I come here, lay down and talk
To you who only listen
Don't understand my struggle
After all, what do I complain about?
Problems overcome
But my past lives
In everything I do now
It's in my present
But I just vent
Confusions of my mind
These memories kill me
These memories kill me
These memories kill me
These memories kill me
These memories kill me
