novembro 03, 2006

when we bleed we bleed the same

I hope, oh babythat you'll became a ladyAnd please do, babyJust hang in there & become amazingI hope, oh babyFor openness, no nothing hazyAnd listen, babyI hope you know that I'm still hereNever lose hope, oh anybodyNever lose hope, oh babyNever lose hope, oh anybodyRemember, there's still a maybeThere's always a maybeThere's always a maybeMaybe?

Alguien debería advertirle que camina sobre mis sueños
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
Por favor, con cuidado!