Bossanova [English translation]

Don't ask me if I spent last night

At home, sleeping

Or why was my car

At the door of the bar of forgetting

Don't ask me if I was

partying with my friends

'cause my answers are bullets

for your damaged heart

But if you let me, tonight

I'll give you

all the kisses I owe you

I know I always say I'll start today

and then I never dare to

But if you let me, I'll sing some Bossanova for you

and I won't leave you alone, not even for a second

If you let yourself be carried away, like the sea carries the waves

to the rocks.

Don't ask me why my shirt smells of pachuli,

or what was that noise of women

you heard when you called my phone.

'Cause some drinks are bitter,

even if they're made with the best wine,

some are short, some others are long,

but they're all bad for you.