Meu lugar já não é nos parques
Nem nas ruas ou nos bares
Já não tenho namoradas
Faço amor com meu emprego
E minhas contas atrasadas
Já não ouço mais a musica
Com êxtase ou prazer
Ouço o som do meu passado
Na melodia, ocupado
somente em esquecer
Não posso mais sorrir
De minha própria ignorância
Não posso mais chorar
por saber vão acabar
As memórias da infância
Que vai ser desse menino?
Esse menino que foge
Da garra do mundo que avança
Assutado, com medo
De saberem, em segredo
Que é ainda uma criança
domingo, 27 de dezembro de 2009
quinta-feira, 17 de dezembro de 2009
segunda-feira, 7 de dezembro de 2009
The Boy Who Saw The World in Black and White
Nobody knows how long he was trying to hide
The pain that now they know he felt inside
All they say is "he was such a happy boy"
It always seemed his eyes were filled with joy
And he always knew that they could never know
For they would never understand his world
Nobody knows how long he was trying to fight
The boy who say the world in black and white
Everyone would talk about the big blue sky
He'd just blink his eyes and wonder why
So red the roses in his backyard grew
He never found out, if he only knew
They found the dreams he painted in his room
And a paper where he wrote "I'll see you soon"
He always knew that something was not right
The boy who say the world in black and white
Nobody knows how long he cried that night
The boy who say the world in black and white
He used to say he loved to walk at night
The boy who say the world in black and white
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