Vou ali e já venho... se não for pedir muito, alguém que me regue as plantas enquanto eu me entrego ao prazer de não fazer nada a não ser coçá-la... à micose, claro!
And feeling good don't ever cost a thing.
And the pain you feel's a different kind of pain.
I'm going home,
Back to the place where I belong,
And where your love has always been enough for me.
I'm not running from.
No, I think you got me all wrong.
I don't regret this life I chose for me.
But these places and these faces are getting old
So I'm going home.