"...E aí, só nós dois no chão frio
De conchinha bem no meio fio
No asfalto riscados de giz
Imagina que cena feliz
Quando os paramédicos chegassem e os
bombeiros retirassem nossos corpos do Leblon,
A gente ia para o necrotério ficar brincando de
sério deitadinhos no bem-bom.
Cada um feito um picolé
Com a mesma etiqueta no pé
Na autópsia daria pra ver
Como eu só morri por você..."
(Clarice Falcão)
Atraído por poucas pessoas, traído por muitas.
O simples é tão fascinante quanto sentimentos
passageiros escritos num papel.
Quer uma forma fácil de me afastar?
Peça-me pra descer do céu.
Sometimes it's normal to feel inadequate to the world...
you might spend time wondering about it,
you might even say all these bad things about yourself,
but be sure you have a friend who thinks exactly the opposite.
If the task of cleaning your own room seems hard,
it's because the mess is on you.
So first of all, clean your mind.
You have been near and far away at the same time.
If this is a signal, i don't know what it means.
But if I can't find you in anywhere else,
I'll force my thought to appear in your dreams.
There's always one day that you need someone to say you're right,
when life makes you think you're wrong.
You think you got the perfect person
just because he said you're his motivation.
Don't be so naive, girl.
He also says you're the star shining in his life's sky,
but actually he has a constellation.
You say you're not in my destiny. I say that I make my destiny.
