De Copo Em Copo

Going from mouth to mouth
From drink to drink, one day at a time
Thinking about the return, reasons are not lacking
My God, what have you done to me?
Taking the ice out of the whisky glass with my finger
And throwing it on the floor
In my chest, your empty side
And a name written in the palm of my hand

The bar door closing
The waiter giving the hint: We're closing soon
I don't know if I pretend to be deaf
If I leave from here and look for another bar
The car key on the table
The phone in hand, almost out of battery
And it's like this every day

Then, I will suffer
Suffering, I will cry
Crying, I will drink
Drinking, I will call
She won't answer

Then, I will suffer
Suffering, I will cry
Crying, I will drink
Drinking, I will call
She won't answer
What a crazy way to want?

The bar door closing
The waiter giving the hint: We're closing soon
I don't know if I pretend to be deaf
If I leave from here, look for another bar
The car key on the table
The phone in hand, almost out of battery
And it's like this every day

Then, I will suffer
Suffering, I will cry
Crying, I will drink
Drinking, I will call
She won't answer

Then, I will suffer
Suffering, I will cry
Crying, I will drink
Drinking, I will call
She won't answer
What a crazy way to want?

Then, I will suffer
Suffering, I will cry
Crying, I will drink
Drinking, I will call
She won't answer

Then, I will suffer
Suffering, I will cry
Crying, I will drink
Drinking, I will call
She won't answer
What a crazy way to want?