Problema Emocional/ Volta De Vez Pra Mim/ Pra Ser Minha Musa (pot-pourri)

I was waiting for you, love
Nice to meet you, forget the past
I came to bring you happiness
And to love you for real

The past doesn’t mean a thing anymore
I got tied up for free
I want to love you and say
That I love you

That night was rough, emotional problem
I wasn’t even going out, wanted to forget after what I suffered
Your smile managed to brighten my heart
As soon as we saw each other, there was an emotion

I saw that everyone has, somewhere someone
Who’s coming around
When you least expect it, they come dancing slow
And say like this

I was waiting for you, love
Nice to meet you, forget the past
I came to bring you happiness
And to love you for real

The past doesn’t mean a thing anymore
I got tied up for free
I want to love you and say
That I love you

I was waiting for you, love
Nice to meet you, forget the past
I came to bring you happiness
And to love you for real

The past doesn’t mean a thing anymore
I got tied up for free
I want to love you and say
That I love you

And after so much time
I find myself abandoned
And I feel so lost
With no place to stay

And after so much time, my pain
Returns home, my peace takes flight
My smile wants to cry

My smile made so many people jealous in this world
I was happy every second and the first to love you
But the pain comes suddenly, when we lose everything
When the song goes silent and tears take its place

My love is yours, I don’t even need to prove it
It took so long to let it all end like this
But for God’s sake, take this evil from my gaze
Make my sun shine again, come back to me for good

My love is yours, I don’t even need to prove it
It took so long to let it all end like this
But for God’s sake, take this evil from my gaze
Make my sun shine again, come back to me for good

She brings me coffee in bed
Loves me like no one else, that’s right
Calls me my baby, my darling, my baby, my love
Cheers for me, complains, complains

Always living to complain, accuses me of ingratitude
Does everything right but can’t seem to be my muse
Always living to complain, accuses me of ingratitude
Does everything right but can’t seem to be my muse

Prepares the stew at lunchtime
Acts all sweet even when she talks
Always has an idea if I’m down
Always a moan when she sees me pass

She says she’s already part of my show
And keeps singing Cazuza’s song
Does everything right but can’t seem to be my muse
Only she does, she

She brings me coffee in bed
Loves me like no one else, that’s right
Calls me my baby, my darling, my baby, my love
Cheers for me, recites, complains

Always living to complain, accuses me of ingratitude
Does everything right but can’t seem to be my muse
Always living to complain, accuses me of ingratitude
Does everything right but can’t seem to be my muse

Does everything right but can’t seem to be my muse
Does everything right but can’t seem to be my muse