Composition: Marisa Monte/ Arnaldo Antunes
If she left me the pain,
It's mine alone, not anyone else's
To others I return the pity
I have my pain
If she preferred to be alone,
Or already has another one she loves
If she left me,
The pain is mine,
The pain belongs to whoever has it...
It's my trophy, it's what's left
It's what warms me without giving me heat
If I don't have my love,
I have my pain
The living room, the bedroom,
The house is empty,
The kitchen, the hallway.
If in my arms,
She doesn't nestle,
The pain is mine, the pain.
If she left me the pain,
It's mine alone, not anyone else's
To others I return the pity
I have my pain
If she preferred to be alone,
Or already has another one she loves
If she left me,
The pain is mine,
The pain belongs to whoever has it
mmmh...mmmh...
It's my sheet, it's the blanket
It's what warms me without giving me heat
If I don't have my love,
I have my pain
The living room, the bedroom,
The house is empty,
The kitchen, the hallway.
If in my arms,
She doesn't nestle,
The pain is mine, the pain.
mmmh mmmh...
