Piquenique
Wanderley Cardoso
Picnic
The picnic was good
But the return was so sad
I fought with my love at the station
On the train, he started crying again
Just asking, my dear, what reason did I give
For you to treat me like this
Wanting to put an end to our love
There is a saying
No one will want to change
In every picnic return
Someone has to cry
