domingo, março 24, 2002
Sometimes you just have to walk away
Oquei, hoje é o Dia Mundial da Melancolia e eu achei o convite da minha despedida de Porto Alegre. Tirei o nome da festa de uma música do Ben Harper que a Mari cantou pra mim quando vim pra São Paulo, lá por 97, passar uns tempos com o meu único ex-namorado que não faz parte do CENERC. Depois eu cantei pra Anne quando ela foi embora. E virou meio que o hino dos amigos que vão embora. Deus, como eu consigo soar BREGA às vezes.
Este era o convite.
E esta é a letra.
Oh no
Here comes that sun again
That means another day
Without you my friend
And it hurts me
To look into the mirror at myself
And it hurts even more to have to be with somebody else
And it’s so hard to do
And so easy to say
But sometimes
Sometimes you just have to walk away
Walk away
With so many people
To love in my life
Why do I worry about one
But you put the happy
In my ness
You put the goodtimes
Into my fun
And it’s so hard to do
And so easy to say
But sometimes
Sometimes you just have to walk away
Walk away
And head for the door
We’ve tried the goodbye
So many days
We walk in the same direction
So we could never stray
They say if you love somebody
Than you have got to set them free
But I would rather be locked to you
Than live in this pain and misery
They say time will
Make all this go away
But it’s time that has taken my tomorrows
And turned them into yesterdays
And once again that rising sun
Is dropping on down
And once again
You my friend
Are nowhere to be found
And it’s so hard to do
And so easy to say
But sometimes
Sometimes you just have to walk away
Walk away
And head for the door
You just walk away
Walk away
E agora eu vou ali cometer o suicídio bem rapidinho. Porque meu amigo, vou te contar: sem o colo das minhas meninas, eu não agüento.
.: Clara Averbuck :. 10:56 AM
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