Na Hora da Raiva

I found
A little box full of stories
A bunch of such fake documents
Our lives

In my hands now
Every part of our story
And I don't know if I tear it up or throw it away
And what do I do now

I committed the madness of tearing our photos
And one by one I'll have to stick them back
But it was in the heat of anger
At that moment, at the moment of anger

In that second, I thought I even hated you
But I took a deep breath and saw that I loved you
But it was in the heat of anger
At that moment, at the moment of anger

In my hands now
Every part of our story
And I don't know if I tear it up or throw it away
And what do I do now

I committed the madness of tearing our photos
And one by one I'll have to stick them back
But it was in the heat of anger
At that moment, at the moment of anger

In that second, I thought I even hated you
But I took a deep breath and saw that I loved you
But it was in the heat of anger
At that moment, at the moment of anger

But it was in the heat of anger
At that moment, at the moment of anger
In that second, I thought I even hated you
But I took a deep breath and saw that I loved you

But it was in the heat of anger
At that moment, at the moment of anger