Vidros Rotos

The thousand pieces
I just broke you
I pretend that your love
Was a bottle

It's pointless
That it's on the table
And it's empty
Already without beer

Hey bartender
Don't get mad
If I broke four five or six
Or barely seven

Charge to my tab
The broken glass
To forget
My brunette

In my path
You were
My dear

Of my loves
That now
Forget me

Hey bartender
Don't get mad
If I broke four five or six
Or barely seven

Charge to my tab
The broken glass
To forget
My brunette

In my path
You were
My dear

Of my loves
That now
Forget me