Chata do Rio de Janeiro

I want to be only yours, but they're grabbing my leg
Nicotine in my blood mixed with coffee
My life took a few turns, waves of your baby hair
Alone in the early hours of the morning, I find myself thinking about that woman

I know you're annoying, from the slums of Rio de Janeiro
I know you're fierce, filled with pure venom
Just don't wrinkle my clothes or my expensive sneakers
If I love you, that's a fact, better off alone, of course

A futile hug for the girl I loved
The turnstiles I used to jump over, the transportation I used to take
To see the horizon without buildings, to see the open sea
Remembering a simple touch, a genuine smile

A genuine smile
A genuine smile

I want to be only yours, but they're grabbing my leg
Nicotine in my blood mixed with coffee
My life took a few turns, waves of your baby hair
Alone in the early hours of the morning, I find myself thinking about that woman

I know you're annoying, from the slums of Rio de Janeiro
I know you're fierce, filled with pure venom
Just don't wrinkle my clothes or my expensive sneakers
If I love you, that's a fact, better off alone, of course

A futile hug for the girl I loved
The turnstiles I used to jump over, the transportation I used to take
To see the horizon without buildings, to see the open sea
Remembering a simple touch, a genuine smile

A genuine smile
A genuine smile