Don't Worry Baby

Beach Boys

Well, it's been building up inside of me
For oh, I don't know how long.
I don't know why, but I keep thinkin'
Something's bound to go wrong,
But she looks in my eyes
And makes me realize
And she says,
"Don't worry baby.
Everything will turn out alright.
Don't worry baby."
(...)

Lonely Nights... Missing You

Carry Me (like A Fire In Your Heart)

by Chris De Burgh

There is an answer, some day we will know,
And you will ask her, why she had to go,
We live and die, we laugh and we cry,
And you must take away the pain,
Before you can begin to live again.

So let it start, my friend, let it start,
Let the tears come rolling from your heart,
And when you need a light in the lonely nights,
Carry me like a fire in your heart,
Carre me like a fire in your heart.

There is a river rolling to the sea,
You will be with her for all eternity,
But we that remain need you here again,
So hold her in your memory
And begin to make the shadows disappear.

Yes let it start, my friend, let it start,
Let the love come rolling from your heart,
And when you need a light in the lonely nights,
Carry me like a fire in your heart,
Carry me like a fire in your heart.

So let it start, my friend, let it start,
Let the love come rolling from your heart,
And when you need a light in the lonely nights,
Carry me like a fire in your heart,
Carry me like a fire in your heart.


Missing You

Chris De Burgh

I've been missing you...
I've got the roses, I've got the wine,
With a little luck she will be here on time,
This is the place we used to go,

...

I've been missing you, more than words can say,
And that I've been thinking about it every day

...

O que não fiz...

Jura Secreta

Sueli Costa / Abel Silva

Só uma coisa me entristece:
o beijo de amor que não roubei,
a jura secreta que não fiz,
a briga de amor que não causei.

Nada do que posso me alucina
tanto quanto o que não fiz;
nada que eu quero me suprime
de que por não saber ainda não quis.

Só uma palavra me devora:
aquela que meu coraçao nao diz...
Só o que me cega, o que me faz infeliz
é o brilho do olhar que não sofri.


Precisa comentar? É a sensação de ter falhado, de ter deixado de fazer o que queria...
Por que?
Nunca saberei...