Ilhéus é uma cidade depressiva. Parece que deseja morrer.
Essa resistência em encarar desafios, em discutir, propor, às vezes cansa a gente.
Então eu queria dizer a Ilhéus: "you'd say I'm putting you on, but it's no joke, it's doing me harm" (você disse que eu estou 'com onda', mas isto não é piada, isto está me fazendo sofrer").
Estou muito cansado.
I´m so Tired
I'm So Tired
I'm so tired, I haven't slept a wink
I'm so tired, my mind is on the blink
I wonder should I get up and fix myself a drink
No,no,no.
I'm so tired I don't know what to do
I'm so tired my mind is set on you
I wonder should I call you but I know what you would do
You'd say I'm putting you on
But it's no joke, it's doing me harm
You know I can't sleep, I can't stop my brain
You know it's three weeks, I'm going insane
You know I'd give you everything I've got
for a little peace of mind
I'm so tired, I'm feeling so upset
Although I'm so tired I'll have another cigarette
And curse Sir Walter Raleigh
He was such a stupid git.
You'd say I'm putting you on
But it's no joke, it's doing me harm
You know I can't sleep, I can't stop my brain
You know it's three weeks, I'm going insane
You know I'd give you everything I've got
for a little peace of mind
I'd give you everything I've got for a little peace of mind
I'd give you everything I've got for a little peace of mind
G. Barbosa?
ResponderExcluirNão Pode.
Porto?
Não pode.
Aeroporto?
Mentira.
Ponte?
Mentira!
É por isso que eu vou me picar daqui com minha esposa.