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night song
come sweet daybreak wrap her in your shroud show her morn and lay her down she is the night surrendering to the morning sun she is the naked universe disappearing into the light into the dawn traces of her fingers across your face frost is slowly melting into ghostly lace treat her gently and she will return remember you need her she is beautiful |
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cause what is left when the day is gone? leafs are turning in the streets. beyond the bounds we’re still fighting for what we have already won. we all only just begun though we are still alone instead of getting things moving together. how far can we go wothout having a common cause? isolation ain’t no good for us! we have forgot to share. we have unlearned to trust ourselves. how it feels if we stay apart waisting our precious time. i believe together we are stronger and able to make things change! refrain so what is left when the years are gone? - still leaves are turning in the streets. and beyond the bounds we will understand it was wrong to give up! we have forgot to share. we have unlearned to trust ourselves. we have forgot to meet. we have missed to move orselves. refrain |
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bsb capital federal futurista e de muita cor utopia central esteria de quem lhe criou capital federal de um romance que ele me contou sonho parcial nordestino, índio e gaúcho esperanças mil se mesclam aqui norte e sul planalto central suas linhas me cativou arquiterura e know how brilhante é quem lhe criou esperanças mil se mesclam aqui norte e sul paranoá é o mar da cidade seca que não viu a dor sonho não terminou paranoá tuas ondas refletem a luz da capital que o futuro esperou retas largas, longe suas ruas vão pureza, paz e amor lá onde tudo vê na torre tem mais cor traz novo badauê o sonho acabou todo mundo vê mas ninguém quer ver o poeta já dizia que o telefone é muito pouco pra quem ama como louco e mora no plano piloto |
bsb federal capital futuristic and colorful central utopia your creator was overcome with hysteria federal capital a fiction which he told me about apartial dream northerners, natives and southerners a bunch of hope mixed right here north and south central tableland your lines captivated me architecture and know how brilliant is your creator a bunch of hope mixed right here north and south paranoá is the ocean of this arid town which hasnt seen the pain because the dream hasnt finished yet paranoá your waves reflect the light of the capital city that the future was expecting wide horizon, streets go so far clarity, peace and love there we can see just everything on the top it is even more colorful which brings a completely new badauê the dream is over now and every one has to see it but no-one wants to see it the poet had already told that a phone is not enough for the ones who love like crazy and live in Brasília |
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les éclairs I’ll be killing time I’ll be killing space when-then-that evening turned to gold when-then-that evening turned to gold le temps coule fort trop fort, trop froid I’ll be killing time I’ll be killing space le monde qui m’était ami ce monde s’éteint ses éclairs m’éffrayent me paralisent m’éffrayent et m’égaient ce monde qui m’était ami le monde qui m’était ami s’éteint le monde qui m’était ami s’écroule time space evening turned to gold |
flashes I’ll be killing time I’ll be killing space when-then-that evening turned to gold when-then-that evening turned to gold time tears me down heavy too heavy, too cold I’ll be killing time I’ll be killing space that world, that was so dear to me that world is vanishing its flashes frighten me, paralyse me they frighten me theyre laughing at me that world, that was so dear to me that world, that was so dear to me is vanishing that world, that was so dear to me caves in time space evening turned to gold |
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lua nua e então clariou meia lua vai mirar retina do seu olhar me guia, fria por onde ancorar meia lua inteira gira branca linda minguante cheia cheia brilha teu sexo é cor faz pirar feitiço que me seduz na melodia na tua luz lua nua me conduz clariou lua vai clariar me pegou no fundo do seu olhar me guia,fria leve solto como a pluma que o vento traz de além do mar traz enfim o beijo que nunca quis vem e vai com a brisa do mar estação lunar estrela azul no íntimo do teu nu clariou lua vai clariar me pegou no fundo do seu olhar me guia,fria |
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moon and the sky brightened half moon is aiming at the retina of your look guides me, cold wherever I am anchored half moon rotates completely white and beautiful full moon, old moon full moon shines your sex is color it drives me crazy enchantment that tempts me your melody and splendor nude moon leads me brightened the moon is going to shine caught me deep inside your eyes guides me, cold slight and free like a plume brought by the wind from the far ocean finally bring the kiss I never wanted come and go with the seas breeze moon season blue star innermost of your nude brightened the moon is going to shine caught me deep inside your eyes guides me, cold |
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capture appearing in the soft fog right behind the eyes a motion capture bathes in rainbow colored iris visits right brain city for a while seeks middle ground becomes spread out too thinly for remaining tangible memory’s grip slips off to let it fall it won’t hit bottom. instead will come undone into this different picture, this different picture different picture, this different picture of the world in you. visits right brain city for a while seeks middle ground becomes spread out memory’s grip slpips off tp let it fall this different picture, different picture this different picture, different picture of the world in you |
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snow the snow falls from the sky the snow without knowing whispers its cristalline poem even while it turns it over to oblivion opens a white fan composed all of colour the snow falls from the sky even turns it over to oblivion why not fall wildly why not keep on falling until ever |
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the hike You say, what a beautiful smile. I reply: you’re in luck ‘cause that’s my style. That was simple. As simple as Simon says. Who says I’ll surcomb to Simon’s simple suggestions? It really can be that simple. Back to basics. Do you appreciate the songs sung by the birds? Let’s take a hike into the woods. Open up to appreciate the livelihood of your senses. Smell the aromas, the bushes, dry dirt, pollination, even your own sweat and tanning skin. Can you see? The energy that makes up our universe. I sight swirling particles and organisms dashing in and out of focus, the lovely simple things, that’s my style. The sound of crickets rubbing their legs together. Dirt slipping from under your feet causing you to slip three steps back after you’ve climbed five steps forward. What do you think ? Can we taste those little wildberries ? The simple things, the lovely simple things. I can go on and on and on. I like to play in the rain. Let’s watch the sun rise and the sun set. I’ve always wanted to touch those colors of the days. Check it out: The peace of purple, the youth of yellow, the oils of orange, the bands of blue and the slightest clue of color that calms the collecttion. That’s my style. The simple things, the lovely simple things. The simple things, the lovely simple things. |
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viver o amor vai passar na luz até o dia clariar o amor vai brincar de min sonhos e o ar quero viver o teu sorriso vivenciar o teu amor a alegria a gente a sonhar eu quero o povo brasileiro saber sambar sem sentir dor a cada dia a clariar recontrar o mar e a naturza a minha frente respirar o ar e a alegria desta gente na imensidao do azul moleque corre contente no meu rio nu perigo, amor derrepente |
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live love is going to pass trough the light until daylight is complete love is going to make jokes of me and my dreams trough the air I want to feel your smile to live your love to be happy while I’m dreaming I want the Brazilian common people because they know how to dance samba without feeling pain each day of their lives, until the day clears up I want to meet the ocean and the nature again I want to breath the air and the happiness of this folk through the huge bluish horizon runs a satisfied boy and inside my nude river is danger, suddenly love |
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in the leaves in a lightning flash I realised I’d met my match mind to mind eye to eye I was yours and you were mine travelled miles away but it was in our hearts everyday I heard the old you saw the new you came back for me and I was there for you spinning round the universe I have broken the gypsy’s curse it may be written in the leaves but it’s in you that I believe listen when I despair speak my name show understanding never hide the truth there’s you and me and there’s me and you |
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