Let's all take a look in the mirror of love. and see you're the one. where you're dreamin' of. Don't care what they say. or what they're thinkin' of. Let's all take a look in the mirror of love.
Cludio Venturini / Vermelho / Mariozinho Rocha. Quando o cu incendeia. E acende uma estrela no corao. Quando a lua passeia. E a vida acontece numa cano.
I remember, one November we had our picnic. At the graveyard down your street. On the bodies under our feet. And the cold grey ancient autumn ships. Looked down without a frown.
I can feel something inside. And it wants to get out. Growing every day in a different way. I can't put it in words. It could be now or maybe later. It can read my mind.
The legs of Maddox kitchen tables. My whole life twisted on a lathe. In a foreman's torrent. My first English was. "Faster boy if you want your pay". Barking commands.
Big big plans are being made. For my sisters Wedding Day. We'll have a ball at the sons of Roma Hall. Family, friends come one and all. . First the best man makes a toast.
She borders the pavement, flanks avenues. Parades pass white glove attended by my mother the war. She'll raise a shaft, lift a banner, toss a rose. . My mother the war.
I could feel at the time. There was no way of knowing. Fallen leaves in the night. Who can say where they're blowing. . As free as the wind. Hopefully learning.
I can feel everything with. The touch of your hand. Its the way that you. Know me so well. And a kiss ain't a kiss. Till the kiss is from you. Just don't ask how I know.
Más que riqueza dame tu presencia. Más que una voz dame de tu unción. Más que grandeza dame inteligencia Dios. . Más que un sueño dame de tu guía. Más que actitud, dame inspiración.
Olen hiihtnyt jn yli seurasaareen. olen ajanut hiomavaunulla sumuisena aamuna. olen seissyt laiturilla kolme. ja nhnyt Klnin tuomiokirkon. Olen kahlannut rantaveteen.
There's a smile on my face. I haven't worn for a while. There's a beating in my heart. That's got me feeling like a child. There's a voice in my head.
Those midnight tears find me in the darkness. They make a moanful sound. No one sees and no one hears. My midnight tears, falling down. . My friends wonder how Im doing.
Honey and hormones. You're holding my hand. Sugary slow-jams. Making love on the sand. . Well, excuse me while I throw up. Take a second to interrupt.
Are we on?. Okay. . Come on, happy chickens, come on. Come on, you happy chickens, come on. (Happy chickens). . Come on, you happy chickens, come on. (Bach bach).
Firmin: (Spoken). Monsieur Andre!. . Andre: (Spoken). Monsieur Firmin!. . Firmin:. Dear Andre, what a splendid party. . Andre:. The prelude to a bright new year.
Eyes as blue as the cheapest streets. That you build your hotels on. You take the pennies I'm betting with. Because cash is cash. . I steal your whiskey and cigarettes.
Sure do sing a pretty song darlin'. Pretty music, Lord, and pretty words. Like a lark and sweeter than a starlin'. But mostly like a mockingbird. . Words that leave your mouth all turn to ashes.
On a plane. Somewhere over the sea. Above the rain. The bottle sets me free. I turn to stone. Fall back in my seat. The cuts are gone. But somehow I'm still bleeding.