sábado, 31 de março de 2012

«Lembra, lembra, lembra, lembra»


There are times
When you wake up
And it all seems different
(…) the sky on the ground
And all that coldness
When your heart belongs elsewhere
Under the sun, on the top of the sand
And all around you is so wet
Everything is so wet
Everything is so wet
Under the sun, on the top of the sand
All you wanna hear is a bird call…

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