Uma lamechice pra ti!
Avião sem asa, fogueira sem brasa
Sou eu assim sem você
Futebol sem bola,
Piu-Piu sem Frajola
Sou eu assim sem você
Por que é que tem que ser assim
Se o meu desejo não tem fim
Eu te quero a todo instante
Nem mil alto-falantes
vão poder falar por mim
Amor sem beijinho
Buchecha sem Claudinho
Sou eu assim sem você
Circo sem palhaço,
Namoro sem amasso
Sou eu assim sem você
Tô louco pra te ver chegar
Tô louco pra te ter nas mãos
Deitar no teu abraço
Retomar o pedaço
Que falta no meu coração
Eu não existo longe de você
E a solidão é o meu pior castigo
Eu conto as horas
Pra poder te ver
Mas o relógio tá de mal comigo
Por quê? Por quê?
Neném sem chupeta
Romeu sem Julieta
Sou eu assim sem você
Carro sem estrada
Queijo sem goiabada
Sou eu assim sem você
Por que é que tem que ser assim
Se o meu desejo não tem fim
Eu te quero a todo instante
Nem mil alto-falantes
vão poder falar por mim
Eu não existo longe de você
E a solidão é o meu pior castigo (2X)
Eu conto as horas pra poder te ver
Mas o relógio tá de mal comigo
Por quê?
Amo-te*
Até já*
Um pedido especial... para ti!
Tradução:
I will go into the firs,
there where I her last seen,
but the evening threw a cloth onto the country,
and on the ways term edge of forest,
and the forest rises so black and empty,
pain me oh pain,
and the birds do not sing no more
Without you I cannot be,
without you,
with you am I also alone,
without you,
without you count ' I the hours,
without you,
with you the seconds stand,
are not worth
On the branches in the ditches,
it is now quiet and without lives,
and breathing falls me oh so heavily,
pain me oh pain,
and the birds do not sing no more
Without you I cannot be,
without you,
with you am I also alone,
without you,
without you count ' I the hours,
without you,
with you the seconds stand,
are not worth, without you
and breathing falls me oh so heavily,
pain oh pain,
and the birds do not sing no more
Without you I cannot be,
without you,
with you am I also alone,
without you,
without you count ' I the hours,
without you,
with you the seconds stand,
are not worth, without you
Without you!
Without you!
Without you!
Até já*
I hope you had the time of your life!
Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road
Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go
So make the best of this test, and don't ask why
It's not a question, but a lesson learned in time
It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.
So take the photographs, and still frames in your mind
Hang it on a shelf in good health and good time
Tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial
For what it's worth it was worth all the while
It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.
It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.
It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.
Amo-te.
Até já :)
São Valentim!
A aventura vai começar!
Se tudo correr como previsto a aventura começa e só pára do outro lado do Mundo!
Have a great journey!
I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own
I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing:
"Now the old king is dead!
Long live the king!"
One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand
I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
Once you go there was never, never an honest word
That was when I ruled the world
It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn't believe what I'd become
Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king?
I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter will call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter will call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
volto já!
Have a great journey!
I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own
I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing:
"Now the old king is dead!
Long live the king!"
One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand
I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
Once you go there was never, never an honest word
That was when I ruled the world
It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn't believe what I'd become
Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king?
I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter will call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter will call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
volto já!
Fim de semana!
Este fim de semana foi espectacular!
No sábado fomos à nova casa de fados em Leiria,um jantar delicioso!
Depois assistimos a uma sessão de fados,com um amigo de infância do marido a surpreender-nos!
Fadistas,guitarristas e até italianos passaram na nossa mesa!
Foi um serão óptimo!
Da casa de fados (e já animadíssimos) fomos dançar com um grupo de conhecidos e alguns amigos que também estavam nos fados.
Pronto,o Glam não é a melhor disco,nem tem o melhor som da zona,mas,repito mas,no estado em que estavamos o que importava mesmo era a diversão!
O problema foi Domingo!
Volto já!
No sábado fomos à nova casa de fados em Leiria,um jantar delicioso!
Depois assistimos a uma sessão de fados,com um amigo de infância do marido a surpreender-nos!
Fadistas,guitarristas e até italianos passaram na nossa mesa!
Foi um serão óptimo!
Da casa de fados (e já animadíssimos) fomos dançar com um grupo de conhecidos e alguns amigos que também estavam nos fados.
Pronto,o Glam não é a melhor disco,nem tem o melhor som da zona,mas,repito mas,no estado em que estavamos o que importava mesmo era a diversão!
O problema foi Domingo!
Volto já!
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