Em Noventa e Dois
Kid Abelha
In Ninety-Two
My heart is on
Waiter, bring me something
that I'm capable of doing anything
A whole day is too much
for us to be together
in the middle of ninety-two
On the phone, just some news, ah
In a telegram, a poem
Send a message with a strong hug
In a note wish good luck
I drank from your saliva
at the bottom of the brandy glass
My head feels like a crane
I'm forgetting your face
Missing you is not at all pleasant
even in ninety-two
On the phone, just some news, ah
In a telegram, a poem
Send a message with a strong hug
In a note wish good luck
Good luck
A whole day is too much for us to be together in ninety-two
A whole day is too much for us to be together in ninety-two
(A whole day is too much for us to be together in ninety-two)
On the phone, just some news, ah
In a telegram, a poem
Send a message with a strong hug
In a note wish good luck
So bad, so bad
So bad, so bad
Sometimes I feel so bad
So bad, so bad
So bad
