A Culpa É Sua

A whiskey, a cigarette, and a waiter bothering you
He says he's going to close the bar
I'll pay a hundred reais for what's left in the bottle
He doesn't want to sell, so he doesn't see me cry

I've had too much to drink, but I'm not going back home
Today I'm going to sleep on the street
If I become a bum out there
It's your fault

I'm already dizzy, boring and no one can stand me
But forgive me, I don't know what I'm doing anymore
This will pass
But only when she comes back into my arms

And I neither drank nor went out
I only dedicated myself to her
I lived, just for her
If today I cry so much
If I'm already dizzy
What if I'm going to sleep on the street?

That doesn't matter to me anymore
That doesn't matter to me
It's your fault

I'm already dizzy, boring and no one can stand me
But forgive me, I don't know what I'm doing anymore
This will pass
But only when she comes back into my arms

And I neither drank nor went out
I only dedicated myself to her
I lived, just for her
If today I cry so much
If I'm already dizzy
What if I'm going to sleep on the street?

That doesn't matter to me anymore
That doesn't matter to me
It's your fault

And I neither drank nor went out
I only dedicated myself to her
I lived, just for her
If today I cry so much
If I'm already dizzy
What if I'm going to sleep on the street?

That doesn't matter to me anymore
That doesn't matter to me
It's your fault

That doesn't matter to me anymore
That doesn't matter to me
It's your fault
It's yours