Breathe for me...

It was a win-win situation
that just went bad
straight to a lose-lose
How did it happen?
When? Why?
Those are the questions
that just keep running
'round and 'round
like little voices in my head...

São lágrimas sem razão
frágeis, como as asas de um falcão...

São olhos que brilham
por tristezas que ficam...

São dores fortes no peito
por algo que foi... perfeito!

And now... what's left of it?
Cada vez mais medo...
to take a chance,
de levantar após a queda,
to just go on...
levantar os olhos
and say:
"Tem calma! Respira fundo!"
Because you can't... and I can't do it for you...
pois o faria, se pudesse...
If only I could do it for you...!