Foi nos bailes da vida ou num bar. Em troca de po. Que muita gente boa ps o p na profisso. De tocar um instrumento e de cantar. No importando se quem pagou quis ouvir.
Flvio Venturini / Murilo Antunes. Para sempre para renascer. O fruto da paixo. Para aquele dia que chover. Em teu corao. Baila sobre as ondas do mar. O que se cantar.
Vermelho / Bernardo Vilhena. Quem quiser aprender a dana do tempo. Vai ter que tirar seus ps do cho. Vai ter que mudar seus pensamentos. Danar na batida do corao.
Flvio Venturini / Luiz Carlos S. Que ser de nossas vidas. Eu no sei te dizer. S sei que quero te ter comigo. Enquanto acontecer. Esse fogo em nossos olhos.
(F. Venturini - R. Bastos). Foi assim, como ver o mar. A primeira vez que meus olhos. Se viram no seu olhar. No tive a inteno de me apaixonar. Mera distrao e j era.
Flvio Venturini / Mrcio Borges. A madrugada raiou molhada de primavera. O cho tremeu, trovo (no cu tremeu). Vai pelo rio rolando a msica do meu sonho.
Vermelho / Cludio Venturini / Chacal. s vezes me pego pensando. Igual computador. Tem dias que eu j nem sei mais. Ao menos quem eu sou. As vezes tudo se esvai.
Didn't you want to place?. Didn't you want to show?. No, you've got a disease. And it's laid you low. (Laid you low). . If you had it in you. What you had before.
Dirty little rat, never could get it straight. The man upstairs says he doesn't care. If you live 'til daylight. . Dirty little rat. Get your coat, get your hat.
I hear the door slam shut, so I know that you're home. You've been out all night, I've been here alone. And I've been wondering if you're the same person I knew.
Your mind is all cluttered now. But you drag yourself along somehow. Through dark dreams of that visit you in the night. Obscure fragments with broad daylight.
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.
Perpetual motion machine, it came to me in a dream. Let's catch some air, that's if you dare. I'm only sixteen but you're my queen. It's a bright, bright morning, the road stretches far.
You've got two eyes and pocket. Strange eyes of the visionary. No one knows where your name is. You only live in memory. . When you walk down the street.
Tick-tock went the watch on your wrist. Telling you softly of the minutes you've missed. Kneeling down with your head in the bowl. Telling yourself, there should never be days like this.
Time is so hard to find when your occupied. Lost in my own world, I didn't notice what's happening. Last time that I saw you I said things. That I didn't mean and now I wish I could take them back.
So the Golden Age passed away to silver. But that was long ago. There were swimming holes and the Vaudeville. They gave way to this. . Bronze turned itself slowly into iron.
Too many cooks tried to fix your dinner. Not enough of this, too much that. So many voices tried to speak as one. Whatcha doing right, whatcha doing wrong.
Sometimes I'm dirty, sometimes I'm clean. Sometime I talk in circles so I don't know what I mean. Although I am uncertain, one thing seems clear. I don't know very much, but I'm still glad to be here.