COMO PODE UM PEIXE
Como pode um
peixe vivo, viver fora d’água fria?
Não, não é
brincadeira! É a mais pura verdade.
Sinto sua
falta, a cada filme, a cada fragancia que sinto.
Desde a calda de pêssego ao
almoço de domingo.
E por falar em filme, o de ontem me deixou muito pensativa.
Penso como
seria se o tempo fosse outro
Se pudéssemos distanciar nossos compromissos
Se
tivéssemos tomado outro rumo.
Quando será
que te vejo novamente?
Quando teu corpo encontrará o meu?
E a tua voz que me
inebria?
Dizem que
saudade é uma palavra triste
Muitas vezes ela me corta
profundamente.
Tadinho dos
peixes... será que sentem saudade?
Ou será que a menor lembrança
Pegam a
primeira onda e se lançam mar adentro?
O mar sempre me
traz lembranças suas.
Os dias que passamos lá na praia foram
inesquecíveis.
Um dia voltaremos, com certeza.
Mas até lá, queria ser um
peixe.
HOW CAN A FISH
How can a live fish, live out of cold water?
How can I live without your company?
No, no joke! It's the truth.
I miss you, every movie, every fragrance I feel.
Since the peach syrup to Sunday lunch.
And speaking of film, yesterday made me very thoughtful.
I think it would be as if time were other
If we could distance our commitments
If we had taken a different turn.
When will I see you again?
When your body find mine?
And your voice that intoxicates me?
They say that nostalgia is a sad word
Often it cuts me deeply.
Tadinho fish ... will feel nostalgia?
Or is the smallest memory
Take the first wave and throw themselves into the sea?
The sea always brings me memories.
The days we spent there on the beach were unforgettable.
One day we will return for sure.
But until then, I wanted to be a fish.
HOW CAN A FISH
How can a live fish, live out of cold water?
How can I live without your company?
No, no joke! It's the truth.
I miss you, every movie, every fragrance I feel.
Since the peach syrup to Sunday lunch.
And speaking of film, yesterday made me very thoughtful.
I think it would be as if time were other
If we could distance our commitments
If we had taken a different turn.
When will I see you again?
When your body find mine?
And your voice that intoxicates me?
They say that nostalgia is a sad word
Often it cuts me deeply.
Tadinho fish ... will feel nostalgia?
Or is the smallest memory
Take the first wave and throw themselves into the sea?
The sea always brings me memories.
The days we spent there on the beach were unforgettable.
One day we will return for sure.
But until then, I wanted to be a fish.
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