Lo gaiter del Marroc. Diapositiva
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Tanco rere la porta de casa
un cel d’acer inoxidable.
La xemeneia alena
amb respir inaudible.
A la paret una postal
clavada amb dues xinxetes
regalima per l’estança
una tendresa infinita.
Una pau com aquesta
no l’havia vista mai.
I would not hesitate
To tell you all the things I never said before
Don’t tell me it’s too late
Cause I’ve relied on my illusions
To keep me warm at night
But I denied in my capacity to love
I am willing, to give up this fight
I’ve been up all night drinking
To drown my sorrow down
Nothing seems to help me since you went away
I’m so tired of this town
Where every tongue is wagging
When every back is turned
Their telling secrets that should never be revealed
There’s nothing to be gained from this
But disaster..
Here’s a good one..
Did you hear about my friend
He’s embarrassed to be seen now
Because we..
Oh no.
Be seen..
If I had the chance love
You know, I would not hesitate
To tell you all the things I never said before
Don’t tell me it’s too late
Cause I’ve relied on my illusions
To keep me warm at night
But I denied in my capacity to love
I am willing, to give up this fight
Oh, I am willing to give up this fight..