(Hicks) She wakes up early every morning She get up long before the sunshine Greets the milkman who's still yawning And reads the paper for a short time
di un tempo senza fine tutto questo incanto questa fragile euforia e un miracolo muore e poi rinasce dal profondo del cuore che vuole essere giovane finche
's okay for men aware Just sit and drink my tea I'm so lonely I ain't done much lately When you come lookin' You'll find me sleepin' soundly, Mary Mary
(Chico Buarque - Sivuca, 1977) Agora eu era o heroi E o meu cavalo so falava ingles A noiva do cowboy Era voce Alem das outras tres Eu enfrentava os batalhoes
Married young, what's done is done Our hearts and hopes are soft and glistening We started playing house too soon it seems Our Swedish furnishings are
On Your Knees And Cry Alone No One Will Cry For You." So Jane Mary, Cry One Tear Jane Mary, Cry Just One Tear For Me Jane Mary, Cry One Tear Jane Mary
Roxanne doesn't think she's pretty enough She sits staring up at the sky Dreams about a life that could be She throws her diary into the sea It becomes
She wakes up early every morning She get up long before the sunshine Greets the milkman who's still yawning And reads the paper for a short time Calls
, Maria Giovanna Maria Giovanna vieni da me ...ecco cosi, tutti insieme! Vieni, Maria Giovanna Maria Giovanna vieni da me Vieni, Maria Giovanna Maria Giovanna
Ooh, baby, let's be young tonight Let's go dancing in the party lights I'll go and shine my shoes, you get your blue dress out Let's hit the discotheques
We have tried lay them to rest we contort and hang them from their tines. Inject these lines with absolution. Constrict and contrive as to derive that
Assembled with these black tongues lashing contract and expand As it courses through their veins watch them erase Watch them erode writhing in some loss
In the direction of the blood that runs from a fresh cut throat, we run down. From the perspective of a dead man?s eyes staring up at dead men walking
Inevitable and blatant allure contained in our realm, A degradation sees us subside. Singled out, rest assured, for these changes assimilate for become
At its core insincere, Comes close but not to touch. An obligation to deform. And we were warned and in our own reaction, Tied now to this push. Martyrs
As it pours now in from a past, I can attest to the rapport of we recall In awkward exchange if at your best and what we would call an ideal beyond us