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sexta-feira, dezembro 30, 2011
Mulher-Falcão.
menina..se tu imaginasses o que eu te fazia..
os sitios onde te levava...
no entanto, o falcão tem de ser caçado com muita ponderação...
até deves ter jeito para dançar..
obs: é oficial, está aberta a época de caça.
Mulher-Falcão , Hendricks, Lux.
2012.
disse.
Alferes/PA.
quinta-feira, dezembro 29, 2011
2012.
só quero coisas boas.
só mesmo coisas boas..
talvez dos melhores concertos que já vi.
ohhhh
Something filled up
my heart with nothing,
someone told me not to cry.
But now that I’m older,
my heart’s colder,
and I can see that it’s a lie.
Children wake up,
hold your stake up,
before they turn the summer into dust.
If the children don’t grow up,
our bodies get bigger but our hearts get torn up.
We’re just a million little gods causing rain storms
Turnin’ every good thing to rust.
I guess we’ll just have to adjust.
With my lightning bolts a glowing
I can see where I am going to be
when the reaper he reaches and touches my hand.
With my lighning I am going
With my lighning bolts a glowing
I can see where I am go-going
You better look out below!
só mesmo coisas boas..
talvez dos melhores concertos que já vi.
ohhhh
Something filled up
my heart with nothing,
someone told me not to cry.
But now that I’m older,
my heart’s colder,
and I can see that it’s a lie.
Children wake up,
hold your stake up,
before they turn the summer into dust.
If the children don’t grow up,
our bodies get bigger but our hearts get torn up.
We’re just a million little gods causing rain storms
Turnin’ every good thing to rust.
I guess we’ll just have to adjust.
With my lightning bolts a glowing
I can see where I am going to be
when the reaper he reaches and touches my hand.
With my lighning I am going
With my lighning bolts a glowing
I can see where I am go-going
You better look out below!
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