I am here without knowing Looking at the others to pass You I must be as I Taking one drinck Seeing the world to turn Everything is meaningless the world loses the color Must be with that smile and in the mouth that flavor Homesickness. More already it is late By the way, already it passed as many summers. That the bohemian ones go to the square To commemorate its hurts It is being born plus one day to remember to me that I have that to forget You to you must be making the same Waking up in any bed It must this bailando with the loafers But they do not make as I well Saying of love baixinho With one liters in the face In the face, the can. Of front with my Age what more it wanted Then it is as I Looking for to me in any rhyme.