Retrato Em Branco e Preto

I already know the steps of this road
I know it won't amount to anything
I know your secrets by heart
I already know the stones on the path
And I also know that there alone
I'm going to get so much worse

What can I do against the charm
From this love that I deny so much, avoid so much
And yet it always comes back to bewitch
With its same sad old facts
That in a photo album
I insist on collecting

Here I go again like a fool
Look for the disconsolate
That I got tired of knowing
New sad days, clear nights
Verses, letters, my face
I'll write to you again

To tell you that this is a sin
I have such a marked chest
From memories of the past
And you know the reason
I will collect another sonnet
Another black and white portrait
Mistreating my heart

I will collect another sonnet
Another black and white portrait
Mistreating my heart