Blusa Vermelha

When I look at the wall and see your picture
Tears wash over my face in an endless cry
I sit on the bed, all alone in this room
The damn longing comes and takes hold of me

I get up, go to the closet, and open the doors
I see the red shirt that you left behind
Then despair steals my calm
I step out into the street, and even my soul
Cries in silence as it feels my pain

God, oh, mighty Lord, I have a request
Send relief to this heart that suffers
If she ever comes back, I’ll be grateful
But to suffer like I do
I’d rather a thousand times for you to send me death

I get up, go to the closet, and open the doors
I see the red shirt that you left behind
Then despair steals my calm
I step out into the street, and even my soul
Cries in silence as it feels my pain

God, oh, mighty Lord, I have a request
Send relief to this heart that suffers
If she ever comes back, I’ll be grateful
But to suffer like I do
I’d rather a thousand times for you to send me death