Regra Três [English translation]

Lá, lá, lá

You pulled so many tricks

That she grew tired

Because you, fellow

Abused of rule number three

Where less is worth more

Since the first time, she cried

Yet she chose to stay

It was because the happy moments

Had grown roots in her sorrow

Later she lost hope

Because even forgiveness grows tired of forgiving

There is always a day when everything falls apart

Well, go enjoy your desert, go

But leave a light on

In case some day sadness

Wants to come in

And a drink close by

Because you can be sure

That you are going to weep

Lá, lá, lá