26.05.07
Pão duro da solidão
Ē somente que nos dão
O que nos dão a comer
Que importa que o coracão
Diga que sim ou que não
Se continua a viver
Todo o amor que nos prendera
Se quebara e desfizera
Em pavor se convertia
Ninguem fale em primavera
Quem me dera, quem nos dera
Ter morrido nesse dia
This dry bread of solitude
Is the only thing we have to consume
What matters if the heart
Says yes or says no
If it keeps on living
All the love that siezed us
Was broken
Was undone
And became fear
Do not talk of spring
That we, I might wish
To have died that day
Primavera - D Mourao Ferreira / Pedro Rodrigues
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