Agonia

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Enquanto o relógio lentamente faz tic-tac...

This is a place where I don't feel alone

To build a house - The Cinematic Orchestra

There is a house built out of stone
Wooden floors, walls and window sills...
Tables and chairs worn by all of the dust...
This is a place where I don't feel alone
This is a place where I feel at home...

Cause, I built a home
for you
for me

Until it disappeared
from me
from you

And now, it's time to leave and turn to dust...

Out in the garden where we planted the seeds
There is a tree as old as me
Branches were sewn by the color of green
Ground had arose and passed it's knees

By the cracks of the skin I climbed to the top
I climbed the tree to see the world
When the gusts came around to blow me down
I held on as tightly as you held onto me
I held on as tightly as you held onto me...

Cause, I built a home
for you
for me

Until it disappeared
from me
from you

And now, it's time to leave and turn to dust...

Preso no fundo do rio

Tive um coração, perdi-o - Cristina Branco
(Amália Rodrigues, José Fontes Rocha)

Tive um coração, perdi-o.
Ai, quem mo dera encontrar,
Preso no fundo do rio
ou afogado no mar.

Quem me dera ir embora,
ir embora sem voltar!
A morte que me namora
já me pode vir buscar.

Tive um coração, perdi-o.
Ainda o vou encontrar,
Preso no lodo do rio
ou afogado no mar.

A casa amarela move-se

Vá pelos seus cliques

So badly

Stay in my memory

I love you more than I can say

Through the dark - Alexi Murdoch

Someone reaching for me now
Through the dark, reaching for me now

Someone reaching for me now
Through the dark, reaching for me now

You need someone to hear you when you sigh
Someone to wipe away those tears you cry
Someone to hold you 'neath the darkened sky
Someone to love you more than I

I love you girl,
I love you more than I can say
I love you girl,
I love you more than I can say
Even with my heart in the way

The heart dies a slow death.

The heart dies a slow death.
Shedding each hope like leaves, until one day there are none.
No hopes. Nothing remains.

Memórias de uma gueixa. 2005.

Só para que saibas

a minha vida não é porreira

e está cada vez mais parecida com a tua.

Uma homenagem póstuma

 a quem cantou tão sublimemente tanto.

For you I was a flame

Five story fire as you came

Why do I wish I never played

Oh, what a mess we made

And now the final frame

Love is a losing game

Mudei de casa

e levei-te comigo, nos livros, na música, nos filmes, no perfume que está em todo o lado.

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