As I am walking in the street, I freeze.
The sun brings me the future...
The present makes me a mad creature,
And the past is my disease!
terça-feira, 6 de julho de 2010
Bestas
Muitos homens sonham fazer,
Olham para os seus sonhos...
Não entendem que olham,
Quietos, olham para eles mesmos!
Olham para os seus sonhos...
Não entendem que olham,
Quietos, olham para eles mesmos!
A Friday`s Misery
The moon seems quite sad,
She lives in that freezing darkness...
But I would be glad
Entering that world of happiness!
My soul is in a bottle of gold.
Like in poker, now I can quit,
Bet , raise or just fold...
Now I´ll raise a bit.
I have the lips of poverty,
And I have become a poor of soul
Living forever in some miserable thoughts.
I dream : My soul is in a bottle of gold,
Which is being continuously broken!
I am blind but I must love some Midas.
She lives in that freezing darkness...
But I would be glad
Entering that world of happiness!
My soul is in a bottle of gold.
Like in poker, now I can quit,
Bet , raise or just fold...
Now I´ll raise a bit.
I have the lips of poverty,
And I have become a poor of soul
Living forever in some miserable thoughts.
I dream : My soul is in a bottle of gold,
Which is being continuously broken!
I am blind but I must love some Midas.
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