Vertaling: Nuwe Klere. Kaleidoskoop.
Vertaling: Os Paralamas Moet Sucesso. Kaleidoskoop.
: Nao e preciso apagar a luz Feche os olhos e tudo bem Num caleidoscopio sem logica Eu quase posso ouvir a tua voz Eu sinto a tua mao a me guiar
No words My tears won't make any room for 'em, oh And it don't hurt Like anything I've ever felt before This is no broken heart No familiar scars This
Keep drinking coffee, stare me down across the table While I look outside So many things I'd say if only I were able But I just keep quiet and count the
Car is parked, bags are packed But what kind of heart doesn't look back At the comfortable glow from the porch The one I will still call yours? All those
Goodbye Should be saying that to you by now, shouldn't I? Laying down a law that I live by Well, maybe next time I've got a thick tongue Brimming with
Tell me off in a letter Completely ignore me Gettin' high off of saying Why you don't adore me? Baby, please I'm well versed In how I might be cursed
It comes calling in the evening When the temperature is dropping out They said it don't get cold here But I beg to differ now There is something in the
I never meant to be the one to let you down If anything, I thought I saw myself going first I didn't know how to stick around How to see anybody but me
In the morning it comes Heaven sent a hurricane Not a trace of the sun But I don't even run from rain Beating out of my chest Heart is holding on to
Word came through in a letter One of us changing our minds You won't need to guess who since I usually do Not send letters to me that are mine I told
Circus of silence down at our feet Paper cut tigers starting to bleed Hang from your tightrope above the mess Just say you're sorry, no more no less Words
I wish I were pretty I wish I were brave If I owned this city Then I'd make it behave And if I were fearless Then I'd speak my truth And the world would
All the colors Of the rainbow Hidden 'neath my skin Hearts have colors Don't we all know? Red runs through our veins Feel the fire burning up Inspire
I don't want to talk about it to you I'm not an open book that you can rifle through The cold hard truth that you see right to I'm just basket case without
I'm a disappearing act in poorly But if I ever get it right you'll miss me, solely Look like the cat had just ate the canary Coughing up feathers There
Okay, so I'm gonna give you a few things to taste And you tell me what you think, okay Aright taste this Is that good? Real good Okay you like this Alright
