Saudosismo

Me, you, both of us
We already have a past, my love
A guitar stored away, that flower
And other murmurs

Me, you, João
Spinning on the turntable nonstop
And the dissonant world that we both
Try to invent, try to invent
Try to invent, try to

Happiness
Happiness
Happiness
Happiness

Me, you, later
Ash Wednesday in the country
And the dissonant notes integrated
Into the sound of the fools

Yes, you, both of us
We already have a past, my love
The bossa nova, the pit, our great pain
Like two squares

Wolf, wolf, fool
Wolf, wolf, fool
Wolf, wolf, fool
Wolf, wolf, fool

Me, you, João
Spinning on the turntable nonstop
And I get moved to remember
The time and the sound

Ah, how good it was
But enough of longing, the reality
Is that we learned from João
To forever be out of tune
Out of tune, out of tune, out of

Enough of longing
Enough of longing
Enough of longing
Enough of longing