A modinha (pronounced [mod͡ʒiˈɲa] in Brazilian Portuguese) is affectionate (grammatically called 'diminutive') form of the Portuguese noun "moda" which means (in today's common usage) 'fashion'.
The word "moda" is also used in Portugal, today, generally referring to traditional regional songs.
In Portugal, "modinha" was, from the last third part of the 18th to the beginning of 19th century, a general term designating sentimental songs in Portuguese.
The modinha, in Brazil, is a type of sentimental love song. And it is generally considered as one of the roots of the Brazilian popular music, another one being the 'lundu', because they were the first representative music of the people of Brazil, at the time of getting their identity as Brazilians, not the dwellers of Portuguese colony. Roughly speaking, the modinha, as well as the lundu, had parallel diffusion in both Portugal and Brasil. The origin of the modinha was in Europe, the lundu Africa.
The modinha is of uncertain origin, but it may have evolved in either Brazil or Portugal. Around the end of 18th Century, Domingos Caldas Barbosa wrote a series of modinhas that were extremely popular, especially in salons, and so can be termed salon music. The modinha of the late 19th century was sung in the streets or as an outdoor serenade, usually accompanied by flute, guitar, and cavaquinho.
you can never tell me i shouldn't walk away
its foolish to assume that ill be coming back another day
you were never right and i was never wrong
does truth lie in sincerity of another sullen song
cause you were right then i should have been the one to release it
its coming back to tease me
but i was just born and you're pride was too strong
can you change it?
are you willing to face it?
you can tell your story and coat it any way
but you will never change who you trying to play
now your friends are falling out
they know you just don't care
they know you never did
because they say always
the first one is never as good as the next.
hey, it's just rock and roll
even though you might think you lost it all.
cause the times they are a changin
and who can predict what's next
hey, you lost control
even though you might have thought you had it all
and hey, it's just rock and roll
and i'll never change
i love it just the same
i'll never change
because i love it just the same
god i wish i could hate you the rest of my life
god i wish i could hate you for the rest of my
nothing would make me happier