segunda-feira, 28 de fevereiro de 2011

Drugs Youth




Youth is not in our bodies
But in how we deal
With the shelter covering our minds
Blocking the best thoughts

We are just suppose to have
This block is what kill life
Everyday and nights
When I'm trying to sleep

Well I got my insanity
And all her pros and cons
Making me feel the worst pain
That no more may be abroad

From this country I stand
Trying to live a good life
And having good times
Just with lovers and friends

And I'm ready to support
This feelings
By all this things I've never tryed before

Maybe this things kill me
Maybe what I need is just love
But from whom?
I don't know if I ever won't fear drugs

Anyway
With or without love
I'm not running away
I'm just in the drugs youth

Live fast die young...
They all regret when get old
For had killed themselfs
For have ignored everything they were told

I'd rather live forever
I'd rather use drugs
Not they use me.

quinta-feira, 24 de fevereiro de 2011

Nostalgia e seus trocados

Como era boa aquela época
Como era bom o sossego
A água quente e o tempo frio
Sentimentos feitos de nostalgia

Boa é a alegria sem motivos
Bom é o vento fraco batendo
Nas costas e por trás dos anti-braços
Os primeiros a sentir os cala-frios

É época de novas experiências
Tempo de lembrar os erros
Aprender o que já foi ensinado

Tirar conchavos dos centavos
Restantes do bolso furado
As notas de 1 real não existem mais.

quinta-feira, 17 de fevereiro de 2011

Mais alguém?

Do tanto que amei
E aprendi a desamar
Pelo jeito já cansei
De continuar a procurar

Mais alguém
Mas quem?
Se mais ninguém
Consegue me fazer de refém

De algum sentimento
Continuo a me filtrar
Nessa roda de contra-tempos
Se tudo o que faço é esperar

Contar as horas
Os minutos e segundos
Para enfim
Esbarrar-me um moribundo

Mais um desses insanos
Que não sei se odeio ou amo
Tudo o que faço é me perguntar
Será?

Que alguém assim existe
Se estiveres por aí
Por favor não me despiste
Com seus acasos a sorrir

Mais alguém
Mas quem?
Se cansei de ser refém
Do meu próprio desdém.

quarta-feira, 2 de fevereiro de 2011

The dark side of the moon






I wish I knew
Why do you like to put in doubt
Everything I do
And every word that comes out from my mouth

This times makes me want to scream
Out and fucking loud
So you can hear me clearly
So you can get dizzy

With everything I've got to say
Things that you would love
Or hate so much about to wish to get away
Like if I was your best drug

That makes you smile and you are sad
Or make you cry instead
Believing me... But I don't want you already been leaving me
Like if I was a true you don't wanna hear

By yourself
And you'd rather don't asking for help
Just for keeping on not understanding anyway
What I'm always trying to say

To you...
My darling
And it's the worst thing that makes me feel in gloom
Like if was watching by my own the dark side of the moon.