tudo bem [English translation]

I don't have fingers to count

Of how many precipice I fell

And how many stones they shot me

Or how many I shot

So many barbs, so many lies

So many nothing to say

Is not always "so easy" to live

Today I can't remember

Of how many windows I threw me

And how many trail of incomprehension

I left

Both good and bad reasons

Many times delusion

And almost never the life is a balloon

But your love heals me

Of any crazy

Is just backboard in your chest

And this is some kind of weakness

For me its all right

Its all right

I don't have fingers to count

Of how many windows I threw me

And how many trail of incomprehension

I left

Both good and bad reasons

Many times delusion

And almost never the life is a balloon

But your love heals me

Of any crazy

Is just backboard in your chest

And this is some kind of weakness

For me its all right, its all right

• Artist:Lulu Santos