Luka - Retrato de um bicho-solto

Tekst :

Eu passo o sinal vermelho
Eu ando sempre descalca
Coloco o dedo na tomada
Eu dou gargalhadas

Eu durmo sem baby-doll
Eu deito depois das 3
Eu faco mal criacoes
Eu falo de futebol
Eu faco cancoes

Nao fecho as pernas pra sentar
Eu sempre dou um jeito de me sujar
Eu nao tomo remedio na hora certa
Eu nem penso pra mim falar
Eu saio na rua pra pixar
Eu quero, eu quero

Eu quero um dia encontrar
Eu quero um dia
Eu quero um
Eu quero
Eu

Inne utwory

  • Memorias de uma boneca de cristal
  • Ao vento
  • Brisa viva
  • To nem ai
  • Opio
  • Porta aberta
  • Nao sei de mais nada
  • Baranguinha
  • To nem ai (eng)
  • Dificil pra voce
  • Nada leve
  • Te amare
  • Losowe utwory

    Fingertips

    Your fingertips...your fingertips

    Sometimes I feel it burning
    That deep and primal yearning
    I feel it burn, burn, burning
    I try live without it
    But then I think about
    Those fingertips, those fingertips, those fingertips

    Chorus:
    Anyone will do, anyone...

    V Rozbiór Polski

    Sytuacja świata w roku 2008
    Osiągnęła punkt krytyczny po kryzysie katyńskim
    Przy dyskretnej aprobacie komunistów chińskich
    Podpisano dokumenty porozumień berlińskich
    Efekt rozmów był podpisan sympatycznym tuszem
    Polskę dzielą między siebie Putin z Dablju Buszem
    Przeczuwając, że zanosi się na 5 Rozbiór Polski
    Przebudziły się jej dzieci - lud specjalnej troski

    Czy to tak było, czy nie było, czy...

    Like a California king

    I see you have made yourself
    a brand new life
    such a cool blue star
    with a bright new shine
    i see you wear your checkered past
    just like a shining suit of gold
    i know you think you look so special

    I still want you

    Yesterday I saw you walking with your new man,
    I know it s been the longest time, I hope you understand,
    I couldn t stand to see you there, or look into your eyes,
    Now that all the hurt is gone, I ve come to realise, realise...

    I still want you
    I still want you

    All...

    Reaping the rich harvest

    When day is done, wind in my sails,
    With confidence, how could we fail,
    Fingers can pass through fire,
    And somehow not get burned,
    Hang your hopes upon, all you ve learned,

    Chorus: Only when I find you,
    Will I use your lines for guidance,
    Will I subsequently fumble,
    Through the reasons to be gained,
    Bind me up with...