sexta-feira, 30 de outubro de 2009

E que peça pregam essas coisas do amor

sempre chegando pra confundir

mostrando amor quando era dor

escondendo o amor quando era pra sentir

Amando louca quando a esperança já se foi

e resignando, rouca, quando se espera força

Fugindo cega da dor da partida

se jogando, boba, direto na forca

Doendo sempre a mesma ferida.
(A mesma ferida)

quinta-feira, 29 de outubro de 2009

We never change

I want to live life, and never be cruel
And I want to live life, and be good to you,
And I want to fly, and never come down,
And live my life, and have friends around

We never change, do we?
No, no.
We never learn, do we?
So I want to live in a wooden house

I want to live life, and always be true
And I want to live life, and be good to you,
And I want to fly, and never come down,
And live my life, and have friends around

We never change, do we?
No, no.
We never learn, do we?
So I want to live in a wooden house
But making more friends would be easy

Oh and I don't have a soul to save,
Yes and I sin every single day.

We never change, do we?
We never learn, do we?

So I want to live in a wooden house,
Making more friends would be easy,
I want to live where the sun comes out.