Pedaço De Canção
Amelinha
Piece of Song
That a song would take through the sky
In the city's veil in the best harmony
All of my heart
But the phrases that I shout
In such unequal mouths
Are pieces of what I feel
And never sing
That I repeat
In such unequal mouths
Are pieces of what I feel
And never sing
So I lie
In the highest tone of the guitar
When I sense
In this minor chord the greatest emotion
That a song would take through the sky
In the city's veil in the best harmony
On the car radio a voice announces
The end of the song.
