“Cada cara representa uma mentira

Nascimento
Morte e
Dia

Quem diria a juventude
Um dia você vai chorar

Lava a roupa todo o dia
Que agonia
Na quebrada da soleira

Que chovia

Até sonhar de madrugada
Uma moça sem mancada

Uma mulher não deve vacilar”

I walked across an empty land
I knew the pathway like the back of my hand
I felt the earth beneath my feet
Sat by the river and it made me complete

Oh simple thing where have you gone
I’m getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you’re gonna let me in
I’m getting tired and I need somewhere to begin

I came across a fallen tree
I felt the branches of it looking at me
Is this the place we used to love?
Is this the place that I’ve been dreaming of?

Oh simple thing where have you gone
I’m getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you’re gonna let me in
I’m getting tired and I need somewhere to begin

And if you have a minute why don’t we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything
So why don’t we go
Somewhere only we know?

Mas eu já não vejo motivos para isso
São sempre por tiros, os gritos de sirenes lá fora

Você de canto com aquela mesma faixa do disco
E eu te ouvindo, fingindo distraido

Coisas sem nexo, sem sentido ou uso
Você sem canto, eu sem ouvido

Que importa a rima, a essa hora
Tiros e  gritos de sirenes lá fora

Pedaços de menino no bolo de amora,
Não olha, não chora, respira e deixa ir embora
Esquece a dor, a mancha no vestido, Maria

Uma guerra civil quase todos os dias, lá fora
Esquece a dor, a mancha, a marcha a rima

Que importa, a rima a essa hora

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As pessoas não mudam
O que muda é nossa visão sobre elas

Algumas são mudas
Outras cravo e canela

Algumas são de cor única
outras mudam com a estação

Algumas são para os olhos saudades
Outras feito samba canção

Meninas boazinhas vão para o céu.
As más vão para onde querem.

Sometimes you’re happy,
Sometimes you’re sad
But the world goes ’round

And sometimes a friend starts treating you bad
But that doesn’t matter at all
Take it from me, there’s still gonna be
A summer, a winter, a spring and a fall

Me deseje sorte, antes de seguir viagem
Ante que tudo vire sal e saudade
Antes que eu só escute o surdo

E que o tempo nos ensine a conviver com isso
As dores de amores, os assaltos e os surtos

Quanto menos homem, mais roupa
Se não há roupa, nem homem…

Só há um poste, nem venta

Teus olhos pipa,

Amêndoas

você perde a direção
não há placa, nem pessoas
informando onde vão …

Today is gonna be the day
That they’re gonna throw it back to you
By now you should’ve somehow
Realized what you gotta do
I don’t believe that anybody
Feels the way I do

about you now

Backbeat the word was on the street
That the fire in your heart is out
I’m sure you’ve heard it all before
But you never really had a doubt
I don’t believe that anybody feels
The way I do

about you now

And all the roads we have to walk along are winding
And all the lights that lead us there are blinding
There are many things that I would
Like to say to you
I don’t know how

Because maybe
You’re gonna be the one who saves me ?
And after all
You’re my wonderwall

Today was gonna be the day?
But they’ll never throw it back to you
By now you should’ve somehow
Realized what you’re not to do
I don’t believe that anybody
Feels the way I do
About you now

And all the roads that lead to you were winding
And all the lights that light the way are blinding
There are many things that I would like to say to you
I don’t know how

I said maybe