Dor de Saudade

He got angry and left on the first plane
I almost died of sadness, love, and passion

The memory of happiness
Present in loneliness
I felt a longing pain
Breaking my heart

Like a boat on the river without a sail, lagging behind others
Like a wounded bird on the tip of the wing

I called saying I love you
Later he came back home
I called saying I love you
Later he came back home