Sexta-feira

Friday in Albufeira;
The world was about to end
And the drinking was so intense
No one knew where the sea was,
And I miss your confession
I miss your hand-kissing
And on Sunday, by the riverside
In Cascais or in Funchal
The polls at the fair
Were good against evil
But I miss your confession
I miss my hand-kissing

Chorus

It's no longer possible, I no longer gave
I don't even know who I voted for
There's no longer, I don't know anymore
I can't even find the DJ
There's no longer, it's not even
I don't even know where I stayed
It's not there anymore, oh I don't even know
I can't even remember who I talked to

And I miss your confession
I miss your hand-kissing

Chorus