Mundo de Hoje

In the past, everything was fixed
And there was always a way not to throw it away
I used to put nails in my flip-flops
And almost everything that broke
I fixed with glue

Nowadays it's tough
Everything tires out
Those who give in, dance
No one wants to fix what's not right
At the first flaw, they throw it away
And I'm not even talking about objects

This is today's world
Ladies and gentlemen
It's becoming tacky to love
To surrender, to bring flowers

This is today's world
That's why I'm closing myself off
It's because I feel like I'm
The last romantic

It seems like I'm the strange one
Who still takes seriously
An 'I love you'