A keresés eredménye

Santa Claus

I hanged my shoe
On the backyard's window
Santa left
My Christmas gift
 
How can Santa
Never forget someone?
Be rich or be poor
Santa always shows up
 
Rich, poor
Santa always shows up
 
I hanged my shoe
On the backyard's window
Santa left
My Christmas gift
 
How can Santa
Never forget someone?
Be rich or be poor
Santa always shows up
Be rich or be poor
Santa always shows up
 

Satin All Over

This whisky night feels so soft
Your silhouette comes through the light
Tired
Living in peace
 
This whisky night feels so soft
Your silhouette comes through the light
Tired
Living in peace
 
The dumped heel, unpaired
The lipstick on your cigarette
You wearing satin all over
Invisible, you stroll around
 
Far from me, I notice you
Being your own woman, secretly
Far from me, I notice you
Being your own woman, secretly
 
This whisky night feels so soft
Your silhouette comes through the light
Tired
Living in peace
 
This whisky night feels so soft
Your silhouette comes through the light
Tired
Living peace
 
The dumped heel, unpaired
The lipstick on your cigarette
You wearing satin all over
Invisible, you stroll around
 
Far from me, I notice you
Being your own woman, secretly
Far from me, I notice you
Being your own woman, secretly
 
Living peace
 
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Fugue Nº 1

We make up anything
Not to suffer
And laugh at nothing
Not to cry
 
We make up anything
Not to suffer
And laugh at nothing
Not to cry
 
We even think of living in the Moon
Wanting to leave, bag and baggage
We live in a building with elevators
Wanting to live either in the sky or at Arpoador
 
And we laugh at nothing
Not to cry
And we laugh at nothing
Not to cry
 
We dream, drink and cry to forget
Tear down letters not to suffer
We go out on a trip, to take a walk
We want to work, so we won't remember
 
We don't want to face the beast
That dwells inside us
We don't want to face the beast
That dwells inside us
 
We make up anything
To be happy
We fall in love with an actor
Or with an actress
 
We make up anything
To be happy
We fall in love with an actor
Or with an actress
 
And we laugh at nothing
Not to cry
And we laugh at nothing
Not to cry
 
We even think of living in the Moon
Wanting to leave, bag and baggage
We live in a building with elevators
Wanting to live either in the sky or at Arpoador
 
And we laugh at nothing
Not to cry
And we laugh at nothing
Not to cry
 
We don't want to face the beast
That dwells inside us
We don't want to face the beast
That dwells inside us
 
We make up anything
To be happy
We fall in love with an actor
Or with an actress
 
We make up anything
To be happy
We fall in love with an actor
Or with an actress
 
And we laugh at nothing
Not to cry
And we laugh at nothing
Not to cry
 
And we laugh at nothing
Not to cry
And we laugh at nothing
Not to cry
Not to cry
Not to cry
Not to cry
Not to cry
Not to cry
 
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Seriously

Seriously
You'd better stop
With these looks
You give at me
With eyes full with promises
And then smiles
Of someone who doesn't want anything
 
You don't know
But turns out I have scars
Caused by life
And I'm afraid
Of trying and suffering once more
 
Honestly
I don't want to have you
For just a night1
And me just someone else on your bed
For just a night and nothing else
 
Honestly
Between the two of us
There should be more feeling
I don't want your love for just a moment
And have a whole life to regret it
 
Honestly
I don't want to have you
For just a night1
And me just someone else on your bed
For just a night and nothing else
 
Honestly
Between the two of us
There should be more feeling
I don't want your love for just a moment
And have a whole life to regret it
 

• As in: the loved person is a prostitute that will stay with a client for a night

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In My Veins

I want you in my veins
Because you're my blood
I want you without any call for attention
I want to be the vegetal1 of your degradation
And I want you to be the flower in my swamp
 
You're a full moon
That gets dirty in my sky
However, not only are you my muse
As, in my messy mind,
You're my own samba
 
The richness of my soul
The verses of the poetry
Tasty gastronomy
My ideology
And Olorun's2 masterpiece
 
Dear Lord, I want you so much!
 
I want you in my veins
Because you're my blood
I want you without any call for attention
I want to be the vegetal1 of your degradation
And I want you to be the flower in my swamp
 
You're a full moon
That gets dirty in my sky
However, not only are you my muse
As, in my messy mind,
You're my own samba
 
The richness of my soul
The verses of the poetry
Tasty gastronomy
My ideology
And Olorun's2 masterpiece
 
Tasty gastronomy
My ideology
And Olorun's2 masterpiece
 
Dear Lord, I want you so much!
 
I want you in my veins
Because you're my blood
I want you without any call for attention
I want to be the vegetal1 of your degradation
And I want you to be the flower in my swamp
 
You're a full moon
That gets dirty in my sky
However, not only are you my muse
As, in my messy mind,
You're my own samba
 
The richness of my soul
The verses of the poetry
Tasty gastronomy
My ideology
And Olorun's2 masterpiece
 
Tasty gastronomy
My ideology
And Olorun's2 masterpiece
 
Dear Lord, I want you so much!
 

• A lifeless person
• In Yoruba Mythology, said to be the name given by the Oracles to one of the three manifestations of the Supreme God in the Yoruba pantheon.

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Definition of Lady

How to define her
When she is all dressed up
If she makes me lose control
As if she were naked?
 
How to define her
When she is naked
If she is passing by
Like every cloud?
 
How to get her naked
When she is all dressed up
If she is more undressed
Than when she is naked?
 
How to possess her
When she is naked
If she looks like rain?
If she looks like a vulva?
 
How?
 
How to define her
When she is all dressed up
If she makes me lose control
As if she were naked?
 
How to define her
When she is naked
If she is passing by
Like every cloud?
 
How to get her naked
When she is all dressed up
If she is more undressed
Than when she is naked?
 
How to possess her
When she is naked
If she looks like rain?
If she looks like a vulva?
 
How?
How?
How?
How?
How?
 
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