Trocando Em Miúdos
Chico Buarque
Putting it in Simple Terms
I will leave you the measure of Bonfim
It didn't work for me
But I'll keep Pixinguinha's record, yes!
The rest is yours
Putting it in simple terms, you can keep
The leftovers of everything they call home
The shadows of everything we were
The love marks on our sheets
Our best memories
That hope of everything getting better
You can forget
That ring, you can pawn
Or melt
But I must say that I won't give you
The great pleasure of seeing me cry
Nor will I charge you for the damage
To my heart so torn
By the way
Accept some help from your future love
For the rent
Return the Neruda you took from me
And never read
I close the gate without making a fuss
I take my ID
One last drink, lots of longing
And the slight feeling that I'm already late.
