Mirror (Letra para música)

When I look in the mirror all I see
is this real fantasy my life became, today...

When I look above my shoulder all I see
is the blank spots in the desert of my past,
Oh no...

[Chorus]
Hold my hand,
Hold my hand,
and lead me trough,
lead me trough to you.
Oh... love.

Hold my hand,
Hold my hand,
and lead me trough,
trough the sky so blue.
Oh... love.

Oh, I can only look straight forward
or right behind...
Well just tug my hand and lead me forward,
oh just like a sign.

When I try to hold your hands, you disapear...
I try to find you in the darkness but,
sometimes I can't see...

I remember the time when everything was good,
and the song of a dove came flying above.
Oh no...

[Chorus]

When I look into my past, oh I can't see...
You're blocking my way, you're blocking my heart,
oh like a clog in my veins..

Will you hold me tonight? If not I'll leave you behind.
Can you stay here with me, or do you think it's time for an end?
Oh no love... No no.

[Chorus]

Hold my hand.
Hold my hand.
Lead me trough,
Lead me trough my end. Oh.... love.

Composta por Flávio Murilhas

Tempestade

Trovões ecoam nos cantos,
ribombam nas paredes nuas.
Dançando à luz de tantos
relâmpagos... Agora abluas.

A chuva desce em camara lenta,
toca na tua face que brilha.
Sente a água morna que te acalenta,
agora estás livre da velha golilha.

O nevoeiro cobre o meu corpo,
anestesia física e da mente.
Coloide frio que eu encorpo,
coma que eu aceito cabalmente.

Na neve quente do Inverno Primaveril
Cantas como um pássaro agora mudo.
Retratando um recem-nascido pueril,
É o teu amor inocente que transmudo.

F.M.

Gotas

Gotas saltam ao impacto
Tocam e padecem suaves
Onde estava seco
Está agora húmido ao tacto.

Gotas descem sem medo
Caem de pensamento solto.
Sentem o ar frio
desta hora, de manhã cedo.

Gotas reflectem o céu,
o sol e a lua.
Reflectem os teus olhos
mesmo debaixo desse véu.

Gotas escorrem em ti,
molham essa tua barreira.
Quebram finalmente o véu
e mostram o amor que tens por mim.

F.M.

Practise

You need no skills,
You're too often erratic.
You can't run off the mills,
but all you need is practice.

Practice practice
Practice your eyes so you can see.
Practice practice
Practice your ears so you can hear me.

It took you too long to be,
Someone else that I could see.
Take my hand, take me high,
To no longer wander by.

Practice practice
Practice your mind so you can realize.
Practice practice
Practice your own selfish misery.

Practice
Practice
Practice your speech so you can talk to me.

Practice
Practice
Practice your toughts so you can think of me.

F.M.