The Rolling stones - Anybody seen my baby
She confessed her love to me
Then she vanished
On the breeze
Trying to hold on to that
Was just impossible
She was more than beautiful
Closer to ethereal
With a kind of
Down to earth flavor
Close my eyes
It's three in the afternoon
Then I realize
That she's really
Gone for good
Anybody seen my baby
Anybody seen her around
Love has gone
And made me blind
I've looked but I just can't find
She has gotten lost
In the crowd
I was flippin' magazines
In that place on Mercer Street
When I thought I spotted her
Getting on a motor bike
Looking rather lady like
Didn't she just give me a wave?
Salty tears
It's three in the afternoon
Has she disappeared
Is she really gone for good
Anybody seen my baby
Anybody seen her around
If I just close my eyes
I reach out
And touch the prize
Anybody seen her around
(Rap)
Anybody seen my baby
Anybody seen her around
If I just close my eyes
I reach out
And touch the prize
Anybody seen her around
Lost, lost and never found
I must have called her
A thousand times
Sometimes I think
She's just in my imagination
Lost in the crowd
And so, anybody has seen my baby around? But I realize that he's really gone for good.
Amor em meio à sujeira, prédios, train stations e freak people das grandes cidades. Amor e loucura, amor e fumaça, amor e escuridão. Closer to ethereal. Alguém o viu por aí no meio da multidão? Às vezes eu acho que ele é apenas minha imaginação. But then I reallize that he's really gone for good.
Vanish, vanish. Vain. Don't loose yourself in vain. Perca-se na fogueira das paixões e da vaidade. Perca-se, permita-se.
Ambos estarão desconstruindo e reedificando, não o que há de belo, mas o que há de intenso e o que há de idealismo nas paixões. Ambos vão descontruir tudo to the ground, till the underground and over the skins.
It's three in the afternoon, it's not midnight, it's not six o'clock. E não importa quantas voltas a Terra dê em torno de si mesma, a lua contiuará no mesmo lugar. Night creatures. Estaremos sempre sob a mesma lua.
I was flippin' magazines in that place on Mercer Street, when I thought I spotted her. Sometimes I think she's not just my imagination. Não peço que chegue na hora marcada, mas quando me encontrar, meu grande amor, por favor, me reconheça. Don't waste yourself throught the Bridges to Babylon, oh baby baby Babylon. Encontre-me em Viena, at the corner between 11 and Broadway, Barcelona, Paris, São Paulo, Chile. Apenas me reconheça. Nossas paralelas se cruzam, pois carregamos os mesmo mapas do acaso e entre coincidências estaremos sempre sob a mesma lua.
Je t'aime tant, pourtant. Seulement.
5 Comments:
Vai se fude. porra tu é muito foda. mais foda do que todos os fodas da terra. eu te admiro. eu te adoro.eu te amo. e mesmo que mude, mesmo que alguem esqueça, ainda vai ser amor. cara, sem palavras. texto ótimo.
This Rolling Stones. So let's rock 'n roll, baby.
Baby baby Babylon! :)
so let's rock'n roll, like a rolling stone, in the road to babylon.
cara isso ficou foda. vamp.
tuas coisas estão chegando num limite de fodisse. nunca vi tanta coisa foda assim junta.
Olha quem fala... :)
Gosto qdo vc me chama de Vamp. :)
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auhauhhuauhahuauha
*pirei*
obs.: em tudo
so cute
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