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 o teu corpo e duvidei
E me arrastei e te arranhei
E me agarrei nos teus cabelos
No teu peito, 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 ainda sou tua
Até provar que ainda sou tua
Behind The Door
When you truly looked at my eyes
And your look was one of goodbye, I swear I didn't believe it
I found you strange, I leaned over
Your body and doubted it
And I dragged myself and I scratched you
And I held onto your hair
Onto your chest, your pajamas
Onto your feet, on the foot of the bed
No affection, no blanket
On the rug, behind the door
I complained quietly
I started to curse our home
To dirty your name, to humiliate you
And to get my revenge at any price
Worshiping you inside out
To show you that I'm still yours
Until proving you, that I'm still yours