Luka - Brisa viva

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O som perdida pelo mar
esse prefume faz lembrar
a sensacao de ter o que nao tenho
silencio subito no ar
odor perdido no luar
oico chamar eu tento mas nao venho

ha uma brisa guardada
sem defenida viagem
so pra mim
pra mim e para ti
vem traz a tua bagagem
tem confianca e curagem
vem sentir
a brisa viva em mim

frio na alma so pencar
quero sentir no singular
o paraiso longo e infinito
abri o livro e fiei
um novo amigo doce mel
mas na verdade nao sei se e fingido

ha uma brisa guardada
sem defenida viagem
so pra mim
pra mim e para ti
vem traz a tua bagagem
tem confianca e curagem
vem sentir
a brisa viva em mim

o som perdido pelo mar
esse perfume faz lembrar
a sensacao de ter o que nao tenho
silencio subito no ar
odor perdido no luar
oico chamar eu tento mas nao venho

ha uma brisa guardada
sem defenida viagem
so pra mim
pra mim e para ti
vem traz a tua bagagem
tem confianca e curagem
vem sentir
a brisa viva em mim

Inne utwory

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

    Prairie wedding

    We only knew each other by letter
    I went to meet her off the train
    When the smoke had cleared and the dust was still
    She was standing there and speaking my name
    I guarantee she looked like an angel
    I couldn t think of...

    Small town girl

    I grew up where i could see the stars
    Drinkin sweet tea from a mason jar
    Dogwood trees like leaves through the pine
    People on the porch watchin fireflies
    And drivin ‘round the wal-mart on a friday night

    I’m just a small town girl
    And that’s all i’ll ever be
    I’m just a small town girl
    Hey, that’s...

    I know it hurts

    My Aunt Dot left a glock, there s some blood on the sheets
    Told me to clean the shit up, then she hit the streets
    Even though I m her neice, she copped me a piece
    Wack-ass caliber, nickel-plated with the Salender, what?
    She don t...

    Twisted

    Here, certified unsound I feel like you
    There s someone I ve found, so far he s true

    Out of me there s a voice which keeps calling
    I m hiding alone, crazy I know, and I am
    Tied to your strings and twisted

    I remember

    Your Mother!
    You fuckin faggot

    There once was a man who liked to jump around
    But he got too old to jump up and down
    So he put down the mic and picked the guitar up
    Started singin the blues like there was no...