sábado, dezembro 13


- Mestre, como faço para me tornar um sábio?
- Boas escolhas.
- Mas como fazer boas escolhas?
- Experiência
– diz o mestre.
- E como adquirir experiência, mestre?
- Más escolhas.

You said you'd be there for me
In times of trouble when I need you and I'm down
And likewise you need friendship
It's from my side pure love but I see lately things have been changing
You have goals to achieve
But the roads you take abroad and heartless
That wants you make another way
You throw stones
Can you see that I am human I am breathing
But you don't give a damn

Can you feel my heart is beating?
Can you see the pain you're causing?
Can you feel my heart is beating?
Can you see the pain you're causing?

Blood, blood, blood.... keeps rushing

And now the world is asleep
How will you ever wake her up when she is deep in her dreams, wishing?
And yet so many die
And still we thing that it is all about us
It's all about you
You sold your soul to the evil and the lust
And the passion and the money and you
See innocent ones die, people hunger for decades
Suffer under civilized armed robbers, modern slaveholders


Blood, blood, blood.... keeps rushing

Evaded, eliminated, erased, interrogated
Our tradition, our love for our fellow countrymen,
Our property, our resources - our pride

Can you feel my heart beating?
No, no, no.... you don't


3 comentários:

SPC disse...


Rafeiro Perfumado disse...

Boa voz, mas não lhe fazia mal nenhum uma ida ao cabeleireiro...

Cristiana disse...

Rafeiro sempre atento ao pêlo ...
Tens razão mas olha que o teu pêlo de arame é oisa também para precisar de tratamento! Já carregaste no amaciador?