Não Sou Demais
Luísa Sonza
I am Not Too Much
You know the expression of messing up big time?
Nice to meet you, you’re talking to me
Nice to meet you, you’re talking to me
This is me, stumbling over the things I say
If I fall from an infinite place
I'm the one who dug the abyss myself
I curse myself with my own swear words
I bite myself with my own sharks
I judge myself with my own conclusions
I stumble over the stones I throw, I
I don’t even dive and I drown, and
In a good dream, I wake myself up
I'm a question without an answer
I'm a risk without a bet
Neither sharp nor foolish
Neither simple nor exotic
Some hate me, and some like me
I'm not too much, nor a little piece of crap
La-la-la-iá, lá-iá
Lá-iá, lá-lá-iá
Uhum, uh, uh
La-la-la-iá, lá-iá
Lá-iá, lá-lá-iá
Uhum, uh, uh
And if someday someone remembers
I hope to be somewhere else
That I give up my haste
So I can focus on what matters
That I smooth out the edges
That I find someone worthwhile, and that
They don’t see clear danger on my forehead
La-la-la-iá, lá-iá
Lá-iá, lá-lá-iá
Uhum, uh, uh
La-la-la-iá, lá-iá
Lá-iá, lá-lá-iá
Lá-iá, lá-lá-iá”
