Só Restou Beber
Tarcísio do Acordeon
Only Drinking Left
Every time I enter this room
When I lay on this bed, the longing comes
I'm here, with the phone in hand
Her number in mind and doubt in my heart
If I call, I'll suffer again
If I don't call, I'll suffer too
When it tightens, we don't even pretend
And the booze is the one who heals, who harms and who does good
Drinking, only drinking left
To try to forget how much I miss her
I called, more than a million times
But she refused every call
Drinking, only drinking left
To try to forget how much I miss her
I called, more than a million times
But she refused every call
