A Culpa É do Coração
Pixote
It's the Heart's Fault
Look at my heart
It's programmed like an alarm clock
To remember those who’ve forgotten me
Every time the hand ticks, tick-tock
It's my heart screaming
I love you, I love you, I love you
I’m suffering all day long
From January to January
Neither booze nor cash
Can make me forget you
It just won’t stop hurting
I need urgent medicine
Not for me
But for my sick heart
It’s not the bed or the pillow’s fault
Or that sheet that still smells like you
Or that brush with your hair on it
Or our plan to have a kid
It’s the heart’s fault
It’s the heart’s fault
That loves you, loves you, loves you
Loves you
I’m suffering all day long
From January to January
Neither booze nor cash
Can make me forget you
It just won’t stop hurting
I need urgent medicine
Not for me
But for my sick heart
It’s not the bed or the pillow’s fault
Or that sheet that still smells like you
Or that brush with your hair on it
Or our plan to have a kid
It’s the heart’s fault
It’s the heart’s fault
That loves you, loves you, loves you
Loves you
It’s not the bed or the pillow’s fault
Or that sheet that still smells like you
Or that brush with your hair on it
Or our plan to have a kid
It’s the heart’s fault
It’s the heart’s fault
That loves you, loves you, loves you
Loves you
That loves you, loves you, loves you
Loves you
