estic viu, i em quedal’expressió!
la vibració, la veu…
m’acarona l’esperit,
la melodia,
em calma el neguit.
neguit!
viu,
cor batent
l’instint impulsa,
desig!
no sentim el què sentíem,
no compartim el mateix,
sentiment!
asincrònics…
mancat, dependent
no em sento lliure…
Every time we say goodbye, I die a little, Every time we say goodbye, I wonder why a little, Why the Gods above me, who must be in the know. Think so little of me, they allow you to go. When youre near, theres such an air of spring about it, I can hear a lark somewhere; begin to sing about it, Theres no love song finer, but how strange the change from major to minor, Every time we say goodbye. When youre near, theres such an air of spring about it, I can hear a lark somewhere, begin to sing about it, Theres no love song finer, but how strange the change from major to minor, Every time we say goodbye