sexta-feira, janeiro 26, 2007
[0.125/2007] Quase a ir
Cada grão de areia que pisarei, António, será a milésima grama do chumbo assassino que te tocou. Vou dividido, entre o passado e o futuro, aonde jurei nunca ir e quero, tenho de ser portador, devo-te António, do brilho nos olhos com que te vi partir.
Voltarei mais limpo, assim Iemanjá, mãe de todos os Orixás queira. Pede-lhe que assim seja.
(Som do Tugir em português)
The long and winding road / That leads to your door Will never disappear / I've seen that road before It always leads me here / Leads me to your door
The wild and windy night / That the rain washed away Has left a pool of tears / Crying for the day Why leave me standing here / Let me know the way
Many times I've been alone, many times I've cried Anyway you'll never know, the many ways I've tried
But still they lead me back / To the long, winding road You left me standing here / A long, long time ago Don't leave me waiting here / Lead me to your door
Still they lead me back / To the long winding road You left me standing here / A long, long time ago Don't leave me waiting here / Lead me to your door
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