18 março 2008

versões escolhidas (XVII)


Goodbye my friend, it's hard to die,
when all the birds are singing in the sky,
Now that the spring is in the air.
Pretty girls are everywhere.
When you see them I'll be there.
We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun.
But the hills that we climbed
were just seasons out of time.
Goodbye, Papa, please pray for me,
I was the black sheep of the family.
You tried to teach me right from wrong.
Too much wine and too much song,
wonder how I get along.
Esta ouvia no preciso momento em que, há cerca de 10 anos, tive um acidente de automóvel, mas na versão original.
Ainda não sei ao certo se morri mesmo, mas posso dizer que, de certo modo, renasci.

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