A Casa Sem Você

When are you coming back?
The house without you is uneven
When are you calling?
I didn't find you in any newspaper

I look for your name
On the cordless phone

The glasses in the sink
I sweetened my coffee with salt
In my monotony
I cry and rake the leaves in the yard

And if a man doesn't cry
It must have been my eyelash

When are you coming back?
The house without you is uneven
When are you calling?
I didn't find you in any newspaper

And I look for your name
On the cordless phone
And if a man doesn't cry
It must have been my eyelash
And I fill the glass with rum
I sleep in an empty, empty room
I spend the day sleeping
Because every day is Sunday

When are you coming back?