Trinta e sete dias, thirty-seven days

Fazem trinta e sete dias. Tanto tempo.

Tão pouco tempo.

Antes o tempo me consolava

Pensava que ele servia como termômetro

Hoje não significa nada

Lembro daquele dia há tantos dias

Lembro do caminho para casa

Lembro do que senti

E parece que foi há mais tempo

Talvez meu erro tenha sido esse

O passado até indica os padrões

Mas não os definem

Há trinta e sete dias eu estava satisfeita

Estava momentaneamente feliz

Thirty-seven days ago, I was sure that I was unique

I had happy because he was with me

I believed for one moment

If has after or before, don’t care

I didn’t know that it was our last night together

Maybe I would have done it differently

But it is ridiculous, I am nothing for him

I was, I am not

But thirty-seven days ago, I was his woman

Finish. End. Terminated.

And now my heart is broken

I wanted courage to go to his home

But he has another person now, I think

And even if he doesn't have, this is over

Já foram trinta e sete dias

Só alguém idiota como eu pensaria que faria diferença

O subtexto é pior que o texto

Eu saio de cena, definitivamente

I can’t more. I really can’t more.

It is too much for a woman who loves.

I’m feeling so stupid, it was so obviously

I am so idiot. Why I do this with me?

He gave me many sings

He sent me one book about wrongs

He clearly said that I will see he with someone else

Why does it hurt? He adverted me. I didn’t hear.

I am totally idiot and stupid.

I just want hope to forget for always.

He never loves me. Never.

Em inglês talvez seja diferente

Em inglês talvez não doa tanto

Em português ou inglês eu continuo chorando

Mas vai passar.

Quem sabe noutros trinta sete dias or in thirty-seven days.