Mood: Portishead, Roads
Serei tua.
Não hoje. Não amanhã.
Serei tua, talvez não mais.
Mas entre o tempo morto,
vivemos furiosamente.
vivemos furiosamente.
Rasgámos a superfície do toque.
Demos-lhe vinho,
Demos-lhe vinho,
alma, mel e vísceras.
Ali onde alheia a nós
a cidade demitiu-se de som
ao ritmo da pele,
quieta na rebentação.
quieta na rebentação.
E na soma dos segundos
Do fôlego apenas
saberes que te era,
naquele buraco do tempo,
naquele buraco do tempo,
para sempre, talvez.
Comentários
We´ve got a war to fight
Never found our way
Regardless of what they say
How can it feel, this wrong
From this moment
How can it feel, this wrong
Storm.. in the morning light
I feel
No more can I say
Frozen to myself
I got nobody on my side
And surely that ain´t right
And surely that ain´t right
Ohh, can´t anybody see
We´ve got a war to fight
Never found our way
Regardless of what they say
How can it feel, this wrong
From this moment
How can it feel, this wrong
;)
Lindo!
Beijinhos
No hesitation
Give me
All that you have
And it's been so long, that I can't explain
And it's been so wrong
Right now, so wrong
Naked
My thoughts are creeping
To late
The show has begun
And it's been so long, that I can't confess
And it's been so wrong
Right now, so wrong
Is it all as it seems
So unresolved, so unredeemed
If I remain, how will I know
And it's been so long, that I can't be sure
And it's been so wrong
Right now, so wrong»
«Humming» dos Portishead, do álbum "Portishead" (1997)
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