Pra Desabafar
Reinaldo
To Vent Out
I think we've reached the end
We can't deceive ourselves anymore
We had everything
The plans we made
None of it mattered in the end
No more suffering
The dream is over
Love is gone
Nothing is left
Let me cry
That's what I need
To vent out
I'll have a drink
Take Zeca's vinyl
Leave Almir's with me
I'll listen to advice
Because I deserve it
Go ahead, follow your path
And don't look back
Nourish this dream of affection
Be happy, have peace
