Spaccacuore
I disconnect the TV
E the hung butterfly falls
Ah, it also happens with me
He is one of my limits
I it does not fall for nothing
To only think it gives arrepios to me
You it said me the same
… you it said
I ordered you even so
I feel I smell it of the city
I do not make nothing, I am closed here
Here it is one another one of my limits
I wise person not to say you that
To only think about you she gives arrepios to me
Also, a fearful one as I… eat I
… as I
(refrão)
But it does not think more about me
It said you to see
The love breaks the heart
It goes off!
It goes off!
it goes off, love!
It does not think more about us
What you wait?
The love breaks the heart
It goes off!
it goes off.
It goes off well here
Here
Without who I am
Exactly without having read Freud
I know as I am made
But I do not obtain to unmask itself
E is therefore that I am here
E distant you quilometros.
That it will sleep with who knows here, now there
With that it knows here
(refrão 2X)