A Flor Que Não Era Flor (part. Reginaldo Sodré)

I ran to pick a flower
That wasn't a flower
And I gave everything for a love
That wasn't mine
Maybe I don't even have
What to look for
Maybe, maybe, I don't know

I tried to prove to myself
That I was happy
I closed my eyes trying
Not to see the illusion
And deep down in the pit
When I woke up
It was already night