Eu
Roberta Campos Lyrics

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Um pouco de café de novo pra aquecer meu dia
Um pouco de TV e o sonho já é fantasia
E eu grito e você não escuta
E eu fico, ah, eu fico maluca

Escrevo num papel as frases que eu falei no dia
Recordo do silencio, do compasso de tua melodia

E eu grito e você não escuta
E eu fico, ah, eu fico maluca

Aqui o silencio já não existe mais
Os sonhos pintados nas paredes ficaram pra trás
As unhas que pinto já não são as minhas
Que eu fazia poesia, pra rimar com a pia, vazia

E eu grito e você não escuta
E eu fico, ah, eu fico maluca

E eu grito e você não escuta
E eu fico, ah, eu fico maluca

Eu fico maluca
Eu fico maluca

Eu fico maluca
Eu fico maluca

Overall Meaning

Roberta Campos's song "Eu" is a soulful ballad that speaks to the breakdown of communication in a relationship. The opening lines reveal the singer's need for coffee to start her day and television to escape reality. She drifts off into a daydream of what could be if her partner understood her needs. The refrain "E eu grito e você não escuta, e eu fico, ah, eu fico maluca" (And I scream and you don't hear me, and I go crazy) expresses her frustration in feeling unheard and isolated.

The second verse reveals a space where silence no longer exists, where once the walls were painted with dreams and poetry flowed freely. The chorus repeats, screaming out her frustration again. The final line of the song, "Eu fico maluca" (I go crazy), is repeated four times, emphasizing her desperation and sense of insanity in the face of her isolation. The song is a poignant reflection on the importance of communication in relationships and the dangers of feeling unheard and disconnected from loved ones.

Line by Line Meaning

Um pouco de café de novo pra aquecer meu dia
I make myself some coffee to warm up my day and start it off right.

Um pouco de TV e o sonho já é fantasia
I watch TV to escape into a fantasy world and forget about reality for a while.

E eu grito e você não escuta
I try to communicate, but you don't listen to me.

E eu fico, ah, eu fico maluca
And it drives me crazy.

Escrevo num papel as frases que eu falei no dia
I write down the things I said during the day to reflect on them later.

Recordo do silencio, do compasso de tua melodia
I remember the silence and the rhythm of your song.

Aqui o silencio já não existe mais
Now there is no more silence here.

Os sonhos pintados nas paredes ficaram pra trás
The dreams I painted on the walls are in the past now.

As unhas que pinto já não são as minhas
The nails I paint aren't really mine anymore.

Que eu fazia poesia, pra rimar com a pia, vazia
I used to write poetry to rhyme with the empty sink.

Eu fico maluca
I go crazy.