Mais um outono!

Passos apressados...
Sorrir de longe, imaginar como poderia ter sido
sem os erros do passado
Eu estava sonhando com o passado
e o sonho corria rápido
Agora eu acordei e tive a certeza
que o sonho acabou
Se foi, como as folhas das arvores que se renovam no outono,
vao embora, feito egoistas, sem olhar para tras,
sem dar importancia ao que esta a sua volta
E melhor esperar desesperados pelo novo dia,
sem saber quantos dias ha pela frente.
Apenas com a certeza de que tudo se renova, morre e se perde.

Andre Sant.

OBS: mais uma vez me desculpem pela falta de acentos.

Hangover on a Sunday...

Festa...
cervejas, muitas cervejas...
Wisk, latas vazias...
Embriagues, alegria, bagunca, video game, musica alta...
Mulheres, uma Italiana em particular...
Conversas, brincadeiras...
Imaginacao, desejos...
Mais latas vazias...
Risos, faz frio la fora...
Filme na TV...
Sexo a tres...
Dois amigos dividem a mesma mulher por uma noite...
Sexo...
Algumas horas de sono...
Barulho, Onibus, Londres esta acordada...
Ressaca no domingo.

Andre sant.

Voce ainda se lembra de nos, sinto sua falta.

Follow You Down to the Red Oak Tree :

follow you down to the red oak tree
as the air moves thick through the hollow reeds
I will wait for you there until someone comes
to carry me, carry me down


see I have not I have not grown cold
I have stole from men who have stole from those
with their arms so thin and their skin so old
but you are young, you are young, you are young

bridge

then somebody laughs like it's all just for hell
as though we could not be saved from the depth of the well
but the cloth that I make is a cloth you can sell
to pay for the gossamer seed

verse 3

names get carved in the red oak tree
of the ones who stay and the ones who leave
I will wait for you there with these cindered bones
so follow me follow me down
follow me follow me down
follow me follow me down
follow me follow me down
verse 1

follow you down to the red oak tree
as the air moves thick through the hollow reeds
I will wait for you there until someone comes
to carry me, carry me down

verse 2

see I have not I have not grown cold
I have stole from men who have stole from those
with their arms so thin and their skin so old
but you are young, you are young, you are young

bridge

then somebody laughs like it's all just for hell
as though we could not be saved from the depth of the well
but the cloth that I make is a cloth you can sell
to pay for the gossamer seed

verse 3

names get carved in the red oak tree
of the ones who stay and the ones who leave
I will wait for you there with these cindered bones
so follow me follow me down
follow me follow me down
follow me follow me down
follow me follow me down