Prova Dos Nove

When you announced you were leaving, love
It was so hard, so hard for me to understand
That under your gaze I no longer fit
That you didn't want to grow old with me

So I looked at the world like never before
I raised my head, faced my life
I hope that someday despite the distance
Someone sends you news about me

And then
You will see that I have already won, love
You will see that it was just bad luck
And I can even smile, smile, smile
Here's the proof of the nine