Perco-me sempre que sinto
Sinto sempre que me perco
Nestes terrenos que não conheço
Sinto algo familiar
Esta sombra insegura
Este ser que me persegue
Quem é ele?
Que quer ele de mim?
Sinto a sua dor e retalha-me
Sinto o seu pesar e esmoreço
Que queres ser que me atormentas?
Sinto a sua dor sinto o seu pesar
Retalhas-me, esmoreço ao ouvir-te
Jaz neste chão o que no meu peito deveria bater
Jaz neste chão húmido e pantanoso o que sinto
Talvez o que alguma vez irei sentir…
Sobre os meus joelhos tento esquecer
Sentindo a humidade deste pântano
Sentindo o meu corpo se afundar
Sentindo que o que resta de mim é apenas carne
Apenas osso
Apenas pele
Apenas corpo
Quando tudo o que queria
Era saber se realmente
Existe…
Pena Quebrada
segunda-feira, 19 de março de 2012
Careless
You played with it
When I’ve trust it t you
I let it be yours
I’m the one to blame
I’m the one who gave it away
Why isn’t this over?
Why would I always give it?
Why can’t I caress it?
Why can’t I take care of it?
Why?
You have it for a small time
Though in that time you have awakened it
It starts beating on your hand
But it fell
It fell from your hands while you weren’t looking
It fell on flames that now burn
In flames that now is killing it
But I’m the one
I’m the one to blame
I gave it away
I gave it you
Why can’t I care of it?
Why can’t I keep it?
You had it in your hands
You had my heart
‘Cause I gave it to you.
Broken Feather
When I’ve trust it t you
I let it be yours
I’m the one to blame
I’m the one who gave it away
Why isn’t this over?
Why would I always give it?
Why can’t I caress it?
Why can’t I take care of it?
Why?
You have it for a small time
Though in that time you have awakened it
It starts beating on your hand
But it fell
It fell from your hands while you weren’t looking
It fell on flames that now burn
In flames that now is killing it
But I’m the one
I’m the one to blame
I gave it away
I gave it you
Why can’t I care of it?
Why can’t I keep it?
You had it in your hands
You had my heart
‘Cause I gave it to you.
Broken Feather
terça-feira, 13 de março de 2012
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Inflama-se o desejo ardente de te querer
A vontade minguante de te deixar.
Cresce o tentador sentimento
E mingua o suave domínio do meu ser
Pesarosa é a despedida
Mesmo que convicto seja o amanha.
Nestas noites que te ausentas
Nestes momentos que não estás
Crispo de desejo e fervor
De te tocar
De te sentir.
Aqui, não ali
Perto e não próximo
Quero-te aqui
Desejo-te em mim.
Broken Feather
quinta-feira, 16 de fevereiro de 2012
Fear
My heart a stone
My soul a burden
My body a sin
My mind unrest
Give me the bliss of something I crave
Give me the kiss of my lost fever
Am I ready?
Am I worth of it?
The calm warmth of a soul
The calm whisper of your voice
Leave me in fear of what is to come
Leave me in fear of what I’ve unknowned
Grasp to feel
Grasp to make it real
My heart is so numb
My soul is now to be done
Broken Feather
My soul a burden
My body a sin
My mind unrest
Give me the bliss of something I crave
Give me the kiss of my lost fever
Am I ready?
Am I worth of it?
The calm warmth of a soul
The calm whisper of your voice
Leave me in fear of what is to come
Leave me in fear of what I’ve unknowned
Grasp to feel
Grasp to make it real
My heart is so numb
My soul is now to be done
Broken Feather
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