A Música Mais Triste do Ano
Luiz Lins
Saddest Song of The Year
Love, when our wine's embittered or rather lost its savour
When your makeup's smudged and our pictures lose colour
You'll still want to warm me when no warmth you get from me?
And when the cigarette's done with, was it worth the pain, the ashes and the freshness?
When our song plays, you'll still remember the rhythm?
When the world hurts me, you'll still want to heal my hurt?
Your voice and your breathing are my most favourite sounds
But, when I forget to live, your look'll still remind me who I am
You'll still want to wake with my touch, and my voice to your ear?
Your life'll still have meaning if ours is everything that's remained?
When there's weariness, my embrace'll still be your shelter
But, when life is done with, you'll still want to go to the same place where I'll go?
You'll still smile when I'm your only reason to?
You'll still hear listen to what I say, even when I just want to talk of love?
You'll still try to get me when I make sense no longer?
And stay with me once you've seen the worst side to whom I am?
