Sun been down for days
A pretty flower in a vase
A slipper by the fireplace
A cello lying in its case
Soon she's down the stairs
Her morning elegance she wears
The sound of water makes her dream
Awoken by a cloud of steam
She pours a daydream in a cup
A spoon of sugar sweetens up
And she fights for her life
as she puts on her coat
And she fights for her life on the train
She looks at the rain
as it pours
And she fights for her life
as she goes in a store
with a thought she has caught
by a thread
she pays for the bread
and she goesÂ…
Nobody knows
Sun been down for days
A winter melody she plays
The thunder makes her contemplate
She hears a noise behind the gate
Perhaps a letter with a dove
Perhaps a stranger she could love
And she fights for her life
as she puts on her coat
And she fights for her life on the train
She looks at the rain
as it pours
And she fights for her life
as she goes in a store
with a thought she has caught
by a thread
she pays for the bread
and she goesÂ…
Nobody knows
And she fights for her life
as she puts on her coat
And she fights for her life on the train
She looks at the rain
as it pours
And she fights for her life
as she goes in a store
where the people are pleasantly
strange
and counting the
change
as she goes…
Nobody knows
Balada de Agosto Lá fora a chuva desaba e aqui no meu rosto Cinzas de agosto e na mesa o vinho derramado Tanto orgulho que não meço O remorso das palavras Que não digo Mesmo na luz não há quem possa Se esconder do escuro Duro caminho o vento a voz da tempestade No filme ou na novela É o disfarce que revela o bandido Meu coração vive cheio de amor e deserto Perto de ti dança a minha alma desarmada Nada peço ao sol que brilha Se o mar é uma armadilha Nos teus olhos (Zeca Baleiro)
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