Cliché
Você e eu
Era tão bom que eu demorei pra admitir
Que não queria mais
Fechei os olhos para o medo
Ouvi que o meu destino
Não é feito, não existe pra me castigar
Je veux plus de nouvelles de toi
De nous j'avoue
Tu ne me manques pas
Ou plus du tout
Je sais bien que c'est cliché
Mais désolée
Faz parte do meu ser querer sofrer
Maman m'a dit
Tout est fini
Quelle tragédie
Tu sais c'est pas comme ça
Qu'on fait sa vie
Ça te fera défaut
Corto meu cabelo, saio e sinto um outro cheiro
Tento fazer o meu drama
Mas nada adianta
Ils voudraient de moi
Que je sois triste
Mais comment je leur explique
Je veux plus de nouvelles
De toi de nous j'avoue
Tu ne me manques pas
Ou plus du tout
Je sais bien que c'est cliché
Mais désolée faz parte do meu ser
Querer sofrer
Livre como o ar
É a minha sina
Laisse moi m'envoler
Hors de moi
Des parties de moi
Volent en éclats
Mais je resiste
Je veux plus de nouvelles de toi
De nous j'avoue
Tu ne me manques pas ou plus du tout
Je sais bien que c'est cliché
Mais désolée
Faz parte do meu ser
Querer sofrer
Não quero mais saber de ti
De nós confesso
Nem saudade to sentindo mais
Cliché
You and I
It was so good I took a while to admit
That I didn’t want it anymore
I closed my eyes to the fear
I heard that my fate
Is not set, it doesn’t exist to punish me
I don’t want to hear from you anymore
About us, I admit
I don’t miss you
Not at all
I know it’s cliché
But sorry
It’s part of my being to want to suffer
Mom told me
It’s all over
What a tragedy
You know it’s not how
You live your life
It’ll be your loss
I cut my hair, go out and smell something new
I try to play my drama
But nothing works
They want me
To be sad
But how do I explain to them
I don’t want to hear from you anymore
About us, I admit
I don’t miss you
Not at all
I know it’s cliché
But sorry, it’s part of my being
To want to suffer
Free as the air
It’s my fate
Let me fly away
Out of myself
Parts of me
Shatter into pieces
But I resist
I don’t want to hear from you anymore
About us, I admit
I don’t miss you or at all
I know it’s cliché
But sorry
It’s part of my being
To want to suffer
I don’t want to know about you anymore
About us, I confess
I don’t even feel nostalgia anymore.
Escrita por: Ulysse Molho, Fernanda Coelho