five minutes of everything

desta vez foi ela que me pegou o arrepio, não é minha giulieta?

porque há músicas que são poesia

Give me please five minutes of everything

Those days when you wake up

And there's no one by your side

My arm slides slowly to my left side

And to my right side, there's no one there

To kiss you or to hear you

And you go out of bed

Thinking in those days that you need

You used to talk and talk about

And everything that stops your attention

You used to talk, talk about

Everything

Those days when you walk at the bar

And try to keep a conversation with somebody else

And no one out there you could sit down or walk

There's no one there.

Five minutes of love

Five minutes of hate

Five minutes I try to call your name

Five minutes of passion

And no one knows the right place to go

No meaning or just self-control maybe

And you walk out of there

You need to talk with somebody else

And to know the problems are waiting for

Outside the door

Are waiting for

The clock won't stop

And even if it stops

Five minutes of love

Five minutes of hate

Five minutes I try to call your name

Of passion

Five minutes of everything

Of everything

Maybe you want to talk about old questions

Right next to my ear

But I don't care about those silly things

Cause all I need is five minutes of everything