Tuesday, October 18, 2005

I Miss Juliane



I already got used, to your voice, to your face, and your look
Split me in two, and I now look for what is my half
When you're not here, I miss myself, and I miss my body next to yours

My heart is so dumb and so poor
Doesn't yet know the ways of the world

When you're not here, I fear myself and I miss your body next to mine

Come to me quickly, I don't know how to wait
We've already made too many promises
I already got used to your voice
When I'm with you, I'm in peace

When you're not here, my spirit loses itself, flies far away, far away


English translation of Sete Cidades, by Legiao Urbana

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