A keresés eredménye

Sun Doors

You don't give me a sign
I'm going by the riverside looking at the river
 
I hear the radio on
And it's playing, what united us
I'm going by Chiado [Lisbon neighbourhood]
History everywhere, the one that shook
One day my love
Now it's past, in Rossio [Lisbon square]
 
Whether you forget or keep
Earlier or later
You will remember
 
That we were like Lisbon
And if this isn't familiar
Then I don't know
What else may go
What else may come
 
We saw this landscape
Like a mirage, but it wasn't
 
There in the
Portas do Sol viewpoint
An 'us' came up
 
Now I sing in Sintra, and even if I lie
It's said there
That this sentence I say, broken-hearted
Is for you
 
Whether you forget or keep
Earlier or later
You will remember
 
That we were like Lisbon
And if this isn't familiar
Then I don't know
What else may go
What else may come
 
And you are here or are away
A 'before' in the 'now'
In a postcard
 
Say 'Don't like someone,
That dreams beyond Portugal'
 
Whether you forget or keep
Earlier or later
You will remember
 
That we were like Lisbon
And if this isn't familiar
Then I don't know
What else may go
What else may come
 

From My Post to Yours

Life goes on, it was decided that way
Hands getting older, a sign in me
That already looks right to let it go
 
But I wanted you to know than it went by in vain
Autumn, Winter, Spring, Summer
And yesterday was that yesterday, almost looked like it
 
I know that on that day
What existed
Died, it had no salvation
 
The door in our house
Highly echoed
And read, all my heart
 
And today I bring the day when someone said
If it is to suffer, let me write and without
Fearing everything and feel it for once
 
Lost in love, in a place that saw me
Forgotten by colours of an old canvas
If it is to hide, I come and recall
 
That I know that on that day
What existed
Died, it had no salvation
 
The door in our house
Highly echoed
And read, all my heart
 
From June to January
From my post to yours
Of who I always wanted
And was very close to happening
 
From Porto to Lisboa
On a flying bird
It was far that God wanted
That it would be very close to happening