Terça-feira, 14.04.09

... sinto a vossa falta! :)

Por isso vim aqui deixar-vos uma super, hiper, mega beijoca e dizer que assim que tiver um tempinho vou aos vossos cantinhos (dos quais tenho imeeeeensaaaas saudades) saber das novidades.

Mas não posso deixar-vos de mãos a abanar!

Que tal uma musiquinha?

 

Broken Strings - James Morrison & Nelly Furtado

Let me hold you
For the last time
It's the last chance to feel again
But you broke me
Now I can't feel anything

When I love you
Is so untrue
I can't even convince myself
When I'm speaking
It's the voice of someone else

Oh it tears me up
I try to hold on but it hurts too much
I try to forgive but it's not enough
To make it all okay

You can't play on broken strings
You can't feel anything
That your heart don't want to feel
I can't tell you something that ain't real

Oh the truth hurts
And lies worse
How can I give anymore
When I love you a little less than before

Oh what are we doing
We are turning into dust
Playing house in the ruins of us

Running back through the fire
When there's nothing left to save
It's like chasing the very last train
When it's too late
Too late

Oh it tears me up
I try to hold on but it hurts too much
I try to forgive but it's not enough
To make it all okay

You can't play on broken strings
You can't feel anything
That your heart don't want to feel
I can't tell you something that ain't real

Oh the truth hurts
And lies worse
How can I give anymore
When I love you a little less than before

But we're running through the fire
When there's nothing left to save
It's like chasing the very last train
When we both know it's too late
Too late

You can't play on broken strings
You can't feel anything
That your heart don't want to feel
I can't tell you something that ain't real

Oh the truth hurts
And lies worse
So how can I give anymore
When I love you a little less than before
Oh you know that I love you a little less than before

Let me hold you
For the last time
It's the last chance to feel again


música broken strings - james morrison & nelly furtado

publicado por mafalda às 10:05 | link do post | comentar | ver comentários (28)

Quarta-feira, 04.03.09

Say It Right - Nelly Furtado

 

In the day, in the night
Say it right, say it all
You either got it or you don't
You either stand or you fall
When your will is broken
When it slips from your hand
When there's no time for joking
There's a hole in the plan

Oh, you don't mean nothing at all to me
No, you don't mean nothing at all to me
But you've got what it takes to set me free
Oh, you could mean everything to me

I can't say that I'm not lost and at fault
I can't say that I don't love the light and the dark
I can't say that I don't know that I am alive
And all of what I feel I could show you tonite

Oh, you don't mean nothing at all to me
No, you don't mean nothing at all to me
But you've got what it takes to set me free
Oh, you could mean everything to me

From my hands I could give you something that I made
From my mouth I could sing you another brick that I laid
From my body I could show you a place God knows
You should know the space is holy
Do you really want to go?


música say it right - nelly furtado

publicado por mafalda às 11:15 | link do post | comentar | ver comentários (8)

Segunda-feira, 11.08.08

(imagem retirada da internet)

 

Silêncio, outra vez!

Ouço a voz da minha consciência...

Ela grita ordens que não quero seguir mas sou obrigada!

 

Tristeza, outra vez!

As lágrimas afogam o coração que grita....

Ordens que não quero seguir mas sou obrigada!

 

Tudo em mim diz-me para te procurar...

Mas eu bem sei que acabarei por encontrar o sofrimento...

E mesmo assim sou obrigada.

 

É mais forte do que eu!

 

Obrigas-me a querer-te porque eu sei que não posso ter-te.

Obrigas-me a contigo sonhar porque eu sei que só nos meus sonhos "nós" somos reais.

 

Obrigas-me a viver....

Porque no fim do dia de nada me vale morrer!

 

Try - Nelly Furtado

 

 

All I know
Is everything is not as its sold
But the more I grow
The less I know
And I have lived so many lives
Though I'm not old
And the more I see the less I grow
The fewer the seeds the more I sow

Then I see you standing there
Wanting more from me
And all I can do is try
Then I see you standing there
Wanting more from me
And all I can do is try
Try

I wish, I hadn't seen
All of the realness
And all the real people
Are really not real at all
The more I look the more I learn
The more I cry the more I cry
As I say goodbye to the way of life

I thought I had designed for me

Then I see you standing there
Wanting more from me
And all I can do is try
Then I see you standing there
I'm all I'll ever be
But all I can do is try
Try

All of the moments that already past
Try to go back and make it last
All of the things we want each other to think
We never will be
We never will be as wonderful
Thats life
Thats you baby, this is me baby
We are...
Free in love

We are free in love
Try
 


música try - nelly furtado

publicado por mafalda às 22:08 | link do post | comentar | ver comentários (12)

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