Faith

'Mother mother tell your children

That their time has just begun

I have suffered for my anger

There are wars that can't be won

(...)

Everybody's bitching 'cause they can't get enough

(...)

Faith! You know you're gonna live trough the rain

Lord we've gotta keep the faith

Faith! Dont you let your love turn to hate

Now we've gotta keep the faith

Keep the faith, keep the faith

Lord we've gotta keep the faith

(...)

Everybody's bleeding 'cause the times are tough

Well it's hard to be strong

When there's no one to dream on

Faith! You know you're gonna live trough the rain

Lord we've gotta keep the faith

Faith! Dont you know it's never too late

Right now we gotta keep the faith

Faith! Dont you let your love turn to hate

Lord we gotta keep the faith'

'Keep the faith', Bon Jovi

'Throw me a lifeline'

'I have this sinking feeling

Something's weighing me down

I am completely saturated

The waves are crashing closer

My feet already drowned

Doing the thing I said I hated

(...)

But I am clinging to you, never letting go

'Cos I know that you'll lift me out

Have Your way here

Keep me afloat 'cos I know I'll sink without You

Take this ocean of pain that is mine

Throw me a lifeline'

Lifeline, Brooke Fraser

Good times remain in my mind

"You could be happy and I won't know
(...)
Is it too late to remind you how we were
(...)
You could be happy, I hope you are(...)"

"You Could Be Happy", Snow Patrol

'When you're close to tears remember
Some day it'll all be over
One day 'we're gonna get so high (...)

'Cause we are gonna be forever you and me
You'll always keep me flying high in the sky of love

Don't you think it's time you started
Doing what we always wanted
One day we're gonna get so high (...)'

High, Lighthouse Family

I dedicate this song...

Para quem lhe estiver a faltar as palavras certas...



hihihi...
ou se preferirem em inglês...

Bublé só há um! (acho eu)

Numa espécie de troca, deu-se Bublé á colega. A colega disse que ia enviar o que era uma espécie de Bublé da Alemanha.

Como tive tanta coisa para fazer, só hoje ouvi o cd...

Wenn sie dich fragt, was du an ihr am liebsten magst,
dann sagst du oh Babe wo fang ich an.
Wenn sie dich fragt, warum du denn der Frau da hinterher siehst,
Dann sag aus Mitleid denn sie kommt nicht an dich ran.
Wenn sie dich fragt, bei wem du gestern Abend warst,
sag in Gedanken die ganze Zeit bei dir
Wenn sie dich fragt was sie heute anziehen soll,
dann sag ihr behalt das Lächeln an den Rest den shoppen wir.

Wenn sie dich fragt , Roger Cicero

Quando ouvi esta apeteceu-me bater no cantor...que letra...mas a seguinte pareceu-me muito querida...

Ich wollt nen Flitzer, du Caravan
Jetzt fahrn wir Bahn.
Du wolltest nach Hamburg, ich nach Berlin
Es wurde Schwerin.
Du wolltest Kinder, ich sah kein Grund
Es kam ein Hund.
Du wolltest ihn, er wollte nicht
Jetzt hast du mich.

Kompromissen, Roger Cicero

A próxima é só mesmo para sublinhar que... o meu nome está no refrão da música, hã?! Categoria! :P

Es gibt Diana, Sylvana und Tatiana,
in New York, Paris, an der Copacabana.
Erlaubt ist was gefällt, ein Mann von Welt
hüllt sich nie in Alltagsgrau.
Ich bin kein Mann für eine Frau.

kein Mann für eine Frau, Roger Cicero

Mas a letra realmente podia não ser sobre um Don Juan e o meu nome só está lá mesmo para rimar. De qualquer forma até gostei desta sobre Berlim...

Du liebst auf selbstbewusste art
Sensibel offen und hart
Du kommst mit jedem klar, offenbar
Ein Duft, wie ein Schuss Adrenalin
Chanel, Kebab und Benzin
Du riechst so geil Berlin

So geil Berlin, Roger Cicero

Anyway,

ouve-se, mas nada que se compare ao Bublé (que é muito melhor).

"Tell me that you'll open your eyes..."

Once you're out, you're out. There's no way back in.

And so it seems I'm not a friend anymore.

My mistake?

I really don't know. Memory fails me to show what happened.

And so it ends?

I seem to recognize your face
(...)
Lifetimes are catchin' on
with me

All these changes taking place
I wish I'd seen the place
but no one's ever taken me

(...)

memories like fingerprints are slowly raising
you wouldn't recall...
(...) it's hard when you're stuck upon
the shelf

(...)
small town predicts my face
perhaps that what no one wants to see
I just wanna scream
HELLO!

Elderly Woman Behind The Counter In A Small Town, Pearl Jam