Essa Noite, Não (Marcha a Ré em Paquetá)
Lobão
Not Tonight (Reverse in Paquetá)
The city drives crazy twisted dreams
In truth, nothing is what it seems
People slowly go mad
Viciously, without pleasure
The greatest expression of anguish
Could be depression
Something you sense
Indefinable
But don't try to kill yourself
At least not tonight
The sheer curtains don't reveal
What is solitude, what is loneliness
A violent desire hits unintentionally
Panic, dizziness, obsession
The greatest expression of anguish
Could be depression
Something you sense
Indefinable
But don't try to kill yourself
At least not tonight
You're alone, you're without a wave, you're afraid
Your ghosts, your plot, your destiny
Every night a different image
Conscious, unconscious, madness
The greatest expression of anguish
Could be depression
Something you sense
Indefinable
But don't try to kill yourself
At least not tonight
Not tonight
Not tonight
Not tonight
Not tonight
Not tonight
Not tonight
