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O pensamento chama.
O pensamento pondera e perdoa.
Imagina, se enrola, pensa em parar de pensar.
Mas parar de pensar puxa outro pensamento:
Pensar em que pra parar de pensar?
Meu pensamento as vezes me transforma
As vezes me ajuda, me aconselha
Quase sempre me dói
Isso porque o meu pensamento é pessimista
Eu tento não o ser.
Mas e se por acaso eu desistisse...
O que fazer para o esquecer?

What's the matter? Why am I feeling this away?
Sometimes I feel like everything's wrong
Like I'm not good as I could be.
Sometimes I feel like I'm not in the right place.
If I were you, I probably would try to make things different you do.
I'm sure you'd do the same, now, talking about me.
Since some weeks I'm feeding this thought that
Tomorrow will be a hard day.
My week was hard because of this.
My heart is heavy because of this.
I've been waiting so long for the day
That I can scream loud, say that you are mine and I make you happy.
This day is coming.
But I don't know if I want to scream anymore.
"Nobody said it was easy It's such a shame for us to part Nobody said it was easy No one ever said it would be this hardOh take me back to the start"
''Remember yesterday, walking hand in hand. Love letters in the sand, I remember you. Through the sleepless nights, through every endless day, I'd wanna hear you say, I remember you.''
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