I can see it. This one moment when you know you’re not a sad story. You’re alive. And you stand up and see the lights and the buildings and everything that makes you wonder. And you’re listening to that song in that drive with the people you love most in this world. And in this moment I swear… we are infinite.
Morre de ciumes,
Morre de saudades,
E esquece o orgulho.
O bonito me encanta. Mas o sincero, ah! Esse me fascina.