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Pale Sunday - Summertime
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Who's that girl playing a white tambourine?
And singing la, la, lala... la, la, lala
I don't know where she comes from
But the way she plays, makes me feel happy
How I'm feeling happy
For a while I close my eyes
And I feel that I can fly
But I open them again
I'm afraid that she goes (that she goes away)
Who's that girl playing a white tambourine?
And singing la, la, lala... la, la, lala
I need to know where she comes from
If she lives in this world
I'm feeling so happy
How I'm feeling happy
Then I run across the square
Near her I finally say how wonderful she is
Then she smiles and gives me a kiss
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there's nothing else I can really do
I tried my best, I gave myself to her
and for a while I called it love
she made me laugh first time she said
one of these days I'll tear your heart in two
different ways, love and hate
and when she has gone
I could not hold my tears
but now I know what she was trying to say
she has gone away and there's nothing I can do
cos she belongs to the world
she's made of dreams and magic
she wishes the moon, the stars and the seas
it doesn't matter how far I can see
she can see over there
no matter how hard I try she'll never be mine
there's nothing else I can do about it
but I tried my best I gave myself to her
body and mind, heart and soul
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dias tristes e solidá£o me fazem pensar em vocáª
tudo pasou por diante dos meus olhos entá£o pude ver
seu rosto sereno sorrindo pra mim, de vocáª
fiz a mais bela imagem
e sem dizer nada voc᪠me mostrou
que apesar de toda dor e tristeza, devemos continuar
ja faz um tempo mas me lembro
da sua voz ao telefone dizendo:
- Tudo bem...
me sentindo sozinho posso fechar os olhos
entá£o consigo ver
seu rosto sereno sorrindo pra mim
de voc᪠fiz a mais bela imagem
muito foi feito e muito por fazer
e apesar de tudo o que aconteceu, ainda ná£o terminou
eu sei que é difá cil
aprender a perder
eu sei que é difá cil
perder e aprender
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he was walking in the rain
looking for someone
watching a girl under an awning
and under an awning a hope
she was there under an awning
looking for someone
watching a guy coming closer
and coming closer a smille
two hearts beating a strange feeling
a magic in the air
words seems unnecessary
why words now?
shy glance shivery hands
hands seems so tied
a perfect moment an old weakness
make the easy so hard
she knows that he could be the one that she was waiting for
he just wanna take her hands and dance in the rain until the sun starts to shine
the rain stops
they take their ways
dreams seems so far away...
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