quem fodeu?

who fucked up what we had?

and what we had was so nicely wrapped up

wrapped up in stuff only we could understand

and who would imagine

that it would end up so abruptly like this

don't blame the other guy

because there's only two persons to blame

or maybe just me...

but anyhow... keep in mind that you're still my surfin' bird.

I used to love what you did to my lips,

every time we saw each other

what you became so used to do

and what I became so used to receive from you

what you did to my bones,

what you did to my humor...

be sure... I'll always remember a moment with you,

in the middle of a lot of great ones,

and instantly my mouth will dwell on a smile

I want to talk to you about everything again

I want to share more wine and more nights

and more mornings on the bed

but... I just can't anymore.

and, as it seems now, neither can you.

(eu fiz esse despreocupado e largado post

como um tributo ao que tivemos,

que também era desse modo)