Atrás da Porta
Quando olhaste bem nos olhos meus
E o teu olhar era de adeus
Juro que não acreditei
Eu te estranhei
Me debrucei
Sobre teu corpo e duvidei
E me arrastei e te arranhei
E me agarrei nos teus cabelos
Nos teus pelos
Teu pijama
Nos teus pés
Ao pé da cama
Sem carinho, sem coberta
No tapete atrás da porta
Reclamei baixinho
Dei pra maldizer o nosso lar
Pra sujar teu nome, te humilhar
E me vingar a qualquer preço
Te adorando pelo avesso
Pra mostrar que inda sou tua
Só pra provar que inda sou tua
Behind the Door
When you looked deep into my eyes
And your gaze was goodbye
I swear I didn't believe
I found you strange
I leaned over
Your body and doubted
And I dragged myself and scratched you
And I clung to your hair
To your fur
Your pajamas
At your feet
At the foot of the bed
Without affection, without cover
On the rug behind the door
I complained softly
I started to curse our home
To dirty your name, to humiliate you
And to avenge myself at any cost
Adoring you inside out
To show that I still belong to you
Just to prove that I still belong to you
Escrita por: Chico Buarque / Francis Hime