14 de fevereiro de 2009

Amor (des)encontrado

Uma das mais belas canções sobre a solidão e a falta de amor.
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In this little town
cars they don't slow down
The lonely people here
They throw lonely stars
Into their lonely hearts

I watch the traffic lights
I drift on Christmas nights
I wanna set it straight
I wanna make it right
But girl you're so far away

Oh, hold still for a moment and I'll find you
I'm so close, I'm a small step behind you girl
And I could hold you if you just stood still

I jaywalk through this town
I drop leaves on the ground
But lonely people here
Just gaze their eyes on air
And miss the autumn roar
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I roam through traffic lights
I fade through Christmas nights
I wanna set it straight
I wanna make it right
But man you're so far away

Oh, I'll hold still for a moment so you'll find me
You're so close, I can feel you all around me boy
I know you're somewhere out there
I know you're somewhere out there

Oh, hold still for a moment and I'll find you
You're so close, I can feel you all around me
And I could hold you if you just stood still
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Oh, I'll hold still for a moment so you'll find me
I'm so close, I'm a small step behind you
I know you're somewhere out there
I know you're somewhere out there
I know you're somewhere out there
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David Fonseca e Rita Redshoes

4 comentários:

Cristina Bernardes disse...

Je suis allé au marché aux oiseaux
Et j'ai acheté des oiseaux
Pour toi
mon amour
Je suis allé au marché aux fleurs
Et j'ai acheté des fleurs
Pour toi
mon amour
Je suis allé au marché à la ferraille
Et j'ai acheté des chaînes
De lourdes chaînes
Pour toi
mon amour
Et puis je suis allé au marché aux esclaves
Et je t'ai cherchée
Mais je ne t'ai pas trouvée
mon amour


Jacques Prévert

EMD disse...

Lindo, Cristina.
Bem-haja e bom domingo!

Esteva Selvagem disse...

Este David Fonseca é um bocadinho deprimente para o meu gosto. Sempre agoniado, sempre à procura de algo inalcansável, sempre com a auto-estima debaixo dos sapatos. Gosto muito mais do amor do Jacques Prevert que não esteve com meias medidas e deu de frosques.É ainda bem! Haja alguém que quebre grilhetas!!! Haja alguém que não viva amodorrado à espera que a libertem!

Filipa - catchingdreams disse...

Música triste, mas ao mesmo tempo é linda, afinal de contas é tudo aquilo que na realidade tememos de perder: amor.