Preta

Now you say you don't want me
You want freedom to do whatever you want
Hey, who gave you axé?
Where the hell is your judgment? José asked
Now you say you didn't love me
That you didn't suffocate me and want to leave me
I even thought about losing myself
But I think of you and wait

You told me you're not going, black
Black, black

To what extent am I happy
If I don't even have you to talk to?
You hurt my heart
You bring me disillusionment
And at the same time peace
And now I cry to live
Without your love
Without your desire
And for my mind to breathe
I stay on the journey of you coming back

You told me you're not going, black
Black, black

Oh, black
My heart cried these days
Missing you
And you didn't even call
Didn't care
Ignored
Didn't even want to know
It's okay, you scoundrel!