sexta-feira, 29 de abril de 2016


How many times
have you heard my shy voice
telling feelings that
don’t have meaning in words?

How many times
must I tell you that I miss you
while a storm of tears
keep crumbling from my face

And even if
the sky should fall down
and the ocean
turns to a desert

I won’t
be afraid of passion
‘cause the more you love,
the more you grown

So, do you think it’s over
and time will pass
like summer rain
So, do you think you can let me
with my wilderness
waiting for a call,
wishing you were here again

Letra e Música: Rodolfo Pamplona Filho (1992)

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