Tó Manel

Mais uma noite pra esquecer. Aliás, mais uma noite que esqueci, porque não me lembro de uma filha da puta de uma coisa. Nem sei se o concerto correu bem, nem sei se houve concerto, isto está esperto. O que vale é que hoje estive inspirado, não pode ser só o brazuca a aproveitar as folgas do Manel, nem posso desperdiçar a cabeça só com merdas. É só arranjar uma música para isto e acho que temos a próxima maquete a arrancar, foda-se, finalmente. Ouve lá Ibeson, sabes inglês, não sabes? Se sabes cambodjano...

I heard my name last night, shouted from across the street
Through the haze, a girl from school and I
Asked what she’s doing in my town
I was sober, she was high this time
Kinda lost, she turned around
Said, come and join me in a cloud.

What they taught we haven’t learned,
We just wanted to be free
We just wanted to have fun
In the back of the playground
A girl from school, I’m set to feel her
Flying like an angel, feet over the clouds.

Do you remember how we met that night
And we’re still in my room
Too far to feel the time go by
Beds pushed together, your hand on mine

Take me to places I don’t know
To see what noone’s ever seen
Just the girl from school and me
We share embraces in our souls
We’ll keep this till we get old
Until our hands, our feet, our blood are dead and cold

Do you remember how we met that night
And we’re still in my room
Too far to feel the time go by
Beds pushed together, your hand on mine