quinta-feira, 30 de abril de 2015

Unser Ziel ist unser Weg
Auf den Wellen an Deck
Eine Mannschaft eine Seele
Ein Bug und ein Heck
Wir sind Herren der Winde
Und Männer der See
Nur Meer bis zum Himmel
Nach Luv und nach Lee

Mit dem Salz auf unsrer Haut
Und dem Wind im Gesicht
Fahr'n wir raus weit in die Ferne
Und fürchten uns nicht
Bis ans Ende der Welt
Bis ans Ende der Zeit
Die Sonne steht entgegen
In die Unendlichkeit


terça-feira, 28 de abril de 2015

If I knew what you were thinking
I would stop this boat from sinking
But, darling, you are like the sun
Setting when my evening comes
I just don’t know what you’re thinking


segunda-feira, 20 de abril de 2015


· Insônia: Tensão, culpa, medo.

· Labirintite: Medo de não estar no controle.

· Pressão baixa: depressão, mágoa, derrotismo, raiva.

sexta-feira, 17 de abril de 2015

I don't know if I'm wrong
'Cause shes only just gone
Why the fuck is this day taking so long
I was a lover of time and once she was mine
I was a lover indeed, I was covered in weed
Cried when she should and she laughed when she could
Well closer to god is the one who's in love
And I walk away cause I can
Too many options may kill a man
Loving is fine if it's not in your mind
But I've fucked it up now, too many times
Loving is good if it's not understood
Yeah, but I'm the professor
And feel that I should know
What makes her come and what makes her stay?
What make the animal run, run away and
What makes him tick apart from him prick
And the lonelier side of the jealousy stick
I don't know


Well I don't know if I'm wrong
'Cause she's only just gone
Here's to another relationship
Bombed by my excellent breed of gamete disease
I finished it off with some French wine and cheese

quinta-feira, 16 de abril de 2015

There's still a little bit of your song in my ear
There's still a little bit of your words I long to hear
You step a little closer to me
So close that I can't see what's going on

segunda-feira, 6 de abril de 2015

Je sais que c’était lui.
Y’en aura sûrement jamais d’autres que je vais aimer autant, mais c’est pas grave.
J’assume.
Je sais que ça arrive généralement tard dans la vie des gens de rencontrer l’âme soeur,
Mais moi c’est plat, c’est là, à 25 ans,
C’est même pas une question de baisage, j’m’en fous de baiser, c’est pas ça le principal,
L’important c’est de se réveiller avec quelqu’un.
C’est de dormir en cuillère,
C’est ça l’important la cuillère,
Savoir qu’si y’a un méchant qui débarque, y’a quelqu’un.
C’est une métaphore, y’a jamais de méchant qui débarque.
Tu te réveille avec le vent, pis tu sens le ventre chaud de la personne que t’aime qui respire dans le creux de ton dos. C’est ça, la cuillère.