A Primeira Vez

The first time I met you
I fed the illusion of being happy
I was sad, I smiled
I took the pine and sang
I wrote so many verses
In my chest I kept

One day you left
My pine tree has gone silent
And my voice
He died in the throat

I try to forget the pain
I'm not capable
My guitar
Don't play anymore

I live sad
Meditating
I don't sing anymore
My consolation is crying

The first time I met you
I fed the illusion of being happy
I was sad, I smiled
I took the pine and sang
I wrote so many verses
In my chest I kept

One day you left
My pine tree has gone silent
And my voice
He died in the throat