quinta-feira, 26 de maio de 2011

Sussurros...

Porque será que me lembro sempre de ti quando ouço isto?

E porque fico sempre nostálgica?

Faz-me sempre lembrar que poderias querer dizer "Amo-te"...

Ou ouvir... 

Mas eu já o disse...  

E ainda não o ouvi...





Long ago, and, oh, so far away
I fell in love with you before the second show.
Your guitar, it sounds so sweet and clear,
but you're not really here.
It's just the radio.

Don't you remember you told me you love me baby?
You said you'd be coming back this way again baby.
Baby, baby, baby, baby, oh, baby.
I love you, I really do.

Loneliness is such a sad affair, and I can hardly wait
to be with you again.
What to say, to make you come again?
Come back to me again, and play your sad guitar.

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