(Djavan)
So many devoted years, renunciation
Nothing would touch your heart
It turned out to be stray and flat
Like cold, colorless glass
By declaring my desire foolish
br/>I thought life was
Tailor-made with you
A good of nature, but no
And in the illusion that you wanted me, like me
How much love was lost my God !
New plans, new life,
Soul of an atheist
Put my heart to the wall, yours
Where am I going,
What will I do,
Who am I,
What will I be?