Nem a Pau (part. Yasmin Santos)

After so many bottles opened, so many tears shed on the floor
So much smoke rising, head down at that counter
You rise from the ashes, your gray photo regains color
For those who felt nothing, out of the blue, talking about love
Look who's back

The hand that blocked me, the mouth that spoke ill
The ex who burned me wants to get me back
But I won't touch even with a stick
The hand that blocked me, the mouth that spoke ill
The ex who burned me wants to get me back
But I won't touch even with a stick
The hand that blocked me

After so many bottles opened and so many tears shed on the floor
So much smoke rising, head down at that counter
You rise from the ashes, your gray photo regains color
For those who felt nothing, out of the blue, talking about love
Look who's back

The hand that blocked me, the mouth that spoke ill
The ex who burned me wants to get me back
But I won't touch even with a stick
The hand that blocked me, the mouth that spoke ill
The ex who burned me wants to get me back
But I won't touch even with a stick
The hand that blocked me

The hand that blocked me, the mouth that spoke ill
The ex who burned me wants to get me back
But I won't touch even with a stick
The hand that blocked me, the mouth that spoke ill
The ex who burned me wants to get me back
But I won't touch even with a stick
The hand that blocked me

The ex who burned me wants to get me back
But I won't touch even with a stick
The hand that blocked me