madshaken

Olha

Será que ela é moça

Será que ela é triste

Será que é o contrário

Será que é pintura

O rosto da atriz

Se ela dança no sétimo céu

Se ela acredita que é outro país

E se ela só decora o seu papel

You didn't hear it

You didn't see it

You won't say nothing to no-one

Never in your life

You never heard it

Oh, how absurd it all seems

Do you want to be an angel

Do you want to be a star

Do you want to play some magic on my guitar?

Do you want to be a poet

Do you want to be my string?

We dance our unkind, compelling dance

Rose in early morning, as the light came through

Searching in the ocean, did what he should do

This was his last voyage, this was his last time

Pulling up the anchor, letting go the rope

While underneath the spreading oak a knight with white device

Upon a shield of black, and deep in grief and sorrow sings