domingo, 29 de julho de 2007

Tardes como a que tive devem se repetir!

Não poderia ter terminado o domingo desta forma maravilhosa! A tarde foi mágica! As risadas foram perfeitas, porém as lágrimas que tanto queriam sair e somente encheram nossas pálpebras foram de emocionar. O futuro nos reserva algo do melhor quesito.
Abaixo, uma música que eu adoro de paixão.
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Goodbye my Lover (James Blunt)

Did I disappoint you or let you down?
Should I be feeling guilty or let the judges frown?
'Cause I saw the end before we'd begun
Yes, I saw you were blinded and I knew I had won

So I took what's mine by eternal right
Took your soul out into the night
It may be over but it won't stop there
I am here for you if you'd only care

You touched my heart, you touched my soul
You changed my life and all my goals
And love is blind and that I knew when
My heart was blinded by you

I've kissed your lips and held your head
Shared your dreams and shared your bed
I know you well, I know your smell
I've been addicted to you

Goodbye, my lover
Goodbye, my friend
You have been the one
You have been the one for me

I am a dreamer but when I wake
You can't brek my spirit - it's my dreams you take
And as you move on, remember me
Remember us and all we used to be

I've seen you cry, I've seen you smile
I've watched you sleeping for a while
I'd be the fatter of your child
I'd spend a lifetime with you

I know your fears and you know mine
We've had our doubts nut now we're fine
And I love you, I swear that's true
I cannot live without you

Goodbye, my lover...

And I still hold your hand in mine
In mine when I'm asleep
And I will bear my soul in time
When I'm kneeling at at your feet

Goodbye, my lover...

I'm so hollow, baby, I'm so hollow
I'm so, I'm so, I'm so hollow

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Estou acordando de uma ilusão.
E nada poderia estar mais claro!

Um comentário:

Anônimo disse...

não conheço essa musica, mas vou ler a tradução. :)



pois olha, ilusões.... às vezes acho que nada é real, que nós mesmos não passamos de ilusões.


as ilusões são quase como os nossos sonhos, mas conseguem transformar-se em pesadelo com magnifica rapidez e capacidade de nos machucar.


mione;