É Pouco

She doesn't see that I'm a rare male specimen
A determined follower of monogamy
She doesn't see that my life becomes agony
When I look for her for cuddles and she's not by my side

She doesn't read the right side of my thoughts
The side where a baroque little angel hovers
I pass by, wash, make dinner, watch over your sleep
And she tells me to my face, seeing my distress

That my love is not enough, that my love is not enough

I'm a calm Cancerian like a tick
My grip when it holds on doesn't let go easily
I'm afraid she won't dance to my samba plot
If I back off, she comes to lie in my hammock
She doesn't believe I'm a dependent human being
And she's the same to me, a black label for the crazy
I throw tantrums, cry, scream, if she leaves me
And she tells me calmly while I punch the plaster

That my love is not enough, that my love is not enough

I grab my tambourine and play coco under her window
I throw a yellow rose, make a fuss
In the back of your yard
To see if she comes out of hiding, if she realizes, if she sees me
With carnival eyes
If she wants to know how I am without her
I'm not doing well

If she's not here, my guitar locks up in the closet
If she doesn't come, my heart is consumed by longing
I become the remains of the end of the market, meat that no one eats
I turn into an animal, I turn the table, I turn and sleep
I even root for Flamengo to win the championship
Just to see traces of happiness on her face
I turn purple, I wilt, but I leave her dead
And she whispers in my ear with her hoarse tone

That my love is not enough, that my love is not enough

I grab my tambourine and play coco under her window
I throw a yellow rose, make a commotion
In the back of your yard
To see if she realizes, if she comes out of hiding, if she sees me
With carnival eyes
If she wants to know how I am without her
I'm not doing well