Parece infantil e talvez não acrescente nada a quem for ler esta postagem, mas ajudando meu irmão em um dever de casa de interpretação de texto, acabamos discutindo sobre o que pode nos trazer felicidade e ele disse que fica muito feliz quando consegue passar de uma fase no video game.
Enfim, lá vai uma letra de música que me deixa sempre radiante, apesar de ser muito triste. Delicate, do Damien Rice, do álbum "O", assaz delicada (sempre quis usar esta palavra).
We might kiss when we are alone
nobody's watching
We might take it home
We might make out when nobody's there
It's not that we're scared
It's just that it's delicate
So why do you fill my sorrow
With the words you've borrowed
From the only place you've known?
And why do you sing Hallelujah
If it means nothing to you?
Why do you sing with me at all?
We might live like never before
When there's nothing to give
Well how can we ask for more
We might make love in some sacred place
The look on your face is delicate
So why do you fill my sorrow
With the words you've borrowed
From the only place you've known?
And why do you sing Hallelujah
If it means nothing to you?
Why do you sing with me at all?
So why do you fill my sorrow
With the words you've borrowed
From the only place you've known?
And why do you sing Hallelujah
If it means nothing to you?
Why do you sing with me at all?
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