Como é triste a hora quando morre...
O instante que foge, voa e passa...
Fiozinho de água triste... a vida corre...
E a esta hora tudo em mim revive:
Saudades de saudades que não tenho...
Sonhos que são os sonhos dos que eu tive...
FB...
Subscrever:
Enviar feedback (Atom)
-
I feel the ropes of the ship tightening as the wind picks up... The boards crank and moan as if they had something to say, As the silence ar...
-
Well I can see you're giving up... Laying the towel on the floor, And packing your bags close to the door... As the bed is scarce of spa...
-
So time keeps clumping on into lumps of people Getting divided by different phases in your life... By all the awkward desires one has on sol...
Sem comentários:
Enviar um comentário