Without saying anything

 

 

My words had no strength

They all fell to the ground of perdition

And muffling me without twisting

From burning taste to painting curse.

 

If she didn't accept my date

And she ran from my few words

Crushing my poor heart

He left for the city in the south of Lavras.

 

Without saying anything or understanding me

I suffered the infirmities of conquest

Taken by time without being able to choose

 

The hurts and wounds that mark the day

They make bitter and rebellious memories

Without connection in my terms, it is not melody.