I am all alone in this pitch-black night. All my dreams in vain. I am the one who lost the fight. Black shadows around me, no hope, no light left inside.
I no longer feel. Where do my heart belong. This shivering wind. Has frozen it to the core. And the rain that whips my face. Covers my tears. These dark shades of night.
Why me, oh why not me. How'd I ever get so lucky. Can you feel it on the rise with it's urgent sweep. We're not finished just yet. . Will you raise a smile when why'see me come.
De nuevo ahí me dejo. En el mismo lugar. Esperándola. Y no llego, no llego. Me dijo que la esperara. Que esta vez no faltaría. De nuevo me la jugo. Esperándola me dejo.
Lá se vai mais um dia assim,. E a vontade que não tenha fim, este sol.. É viver, ver chegar ao fim,. Essa onda que cresceu, morreu aos seus pés.. E olhar pra o céu que é tão bonito,.
Ai, amor ai, ai. Amor, bobagem que. a gente não explica ai, ai. Prova um bocadinho, oi. Fica envenenando, oi. E pro resto da vida é um tal de sofrer. Ô lará, ô lerê.
You asked me if. There'll come a time when I grow tired of you.. Never my love,. Never my love.. . You wonder if. This heart of mine will lose it's desire for you..
So much life wasted in love and war. Never known how one leads to the other. Maybe it's time for new faith to live by. Lay your hands down for a little while.
Laying on the couch with all your books stacked on high. The boots on the coffee table and feet on your mind. Should you go to the supermarket and get some groceries.
I'm spending my time with things I don't care. Nothing in my heart, everything In my head. I remember when I colonized the streets. A childhood memory that died when I arrived here.
Happy is the man. Who wants for nothing.. Happy is the liar.. Happiness is itself desire,. So long as the fire can be. Contained. . Do you ever want nothing at all?.
I want to stand on the edge of the water. And see horizons stretch on forever. I want to know that there are lands. Not yet touched by human hands. I want to be the one.
Oh, turn your lamps down low,. Keep the light so dim that you can't see. What's out there ahead of you.. My dear, there are secrets here--. I will carry them home,.
Orange, yellow, green. It's all the same to me. I've seen them all a million times before. And I have half a mind. To climb up to the sky. And steal new colors away from the sun.
Softly a cold wind paints my face. Into your arms. Sell my sorry soul. . Can't keep my senses from your taste. Sun on the farm. And I'm not growing old.
On some level, I think I always understood. That these hands of mine were clumsy, not clever.. And I tried to do the best that I could,. But try as I might,.
The summer farmer can't complain. The clementina says she'll wait. Those six side houses sure look fine. Sure obligation to her mind. . He thought of giving up the practice.
Oh another hot cup of coffee, i'm up at 5 am. These old worn out workin' boots look like these beat up hands. But I get up and I do it, because people depend on me.