O Nosso Amor A Gente Inventa [Estória Romântica] [English translation]

Your love is a lie

That my vanity longs for

And mine is poetry for the blind

You can’t see it

You can’t see that in my world

Something died

In a slow, deep cut

Between you and me

We create our love

to amuse ourselves

And when it’s over we think

That it never existed

We create our love, we do

We create our love

Seeing you is not so cool anymore

Like it was last week

You didn’t even make your bed

It feels like you ran away from home

But everything is out of place now

Coffee without sugar, dance without a date

You could at least have told me

A romantic story

We create our love

To amuse ourselves

And when it’s over we think

It never existed