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I'm asking

Your little things are still in my pockets
And sometimes I put my hand in them
To take a look and let them bring me down
When I miss you...
 
Wherever you look at the sky like into my eyes
That's the moon, like clockwork, shining this evening
I'm just waiting and I know you won't come
When I miss you...
 
Chorus x2
I'm asking that nobody ever loves you like I do
I'm asking for the time to go back
I'm asking for what's mine and I know that's impossible
 
Wherever you look at the sky like into my eyes
That's the moon, like clockwork, shining this evening
I'm just waiting and I know you won't come
When I miss you...
 
Chorus x2
I'm asking that nobody ever loves you like I do
I'm asking for the time to go back
I'm asking for what's mine and I know that's impossible
 
I'm tripping over your things in my heart
And I know we'll meet again, the world is small
You and I...
 
Chorus x2
I'm asking that nobody ever loves you like I do
I'm asking for the time to go back
I'm asking for what's mine and I know that's impossible
 

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In the bedroom

I already began dreaming of you in the morning
I seeked your glance for breakfast
From that collapsing house
Or at the dogs' swimming place
 
Everything is cold and icy in the start
But it doesn't matter because the best is to come
 
Juulia, in your bedroom
I'd touch
Winds from your outer space
I'd feel
 
I saw you for the first time at the hick bar
You were stolen from a movie
Later I started to guess
That you would easily take care of me
 
Everything is cold and icy in the start
But it doesn't matter because the best is to come
 
Juulia, in your bedroom
I'd touch
Winds from your outer space
I'd feel
 
You live above me
I can easily listen to you
You might sometime call me
But you won't show your feelings
 
Everything is cold and icy in the start
But it doesn't matter because the best is to come
 
Juulia
Juulia
 
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In My Birthday Suit

I’d like to get everything off of me:
as naked as in my birthday suit.1
I’d like to get everything off of me
and be left naked, looking at myself happily.
Non so much for modesty, as to get off of me
four layers of cloth that cover me from the world.
I’d like to get everything off of me,
I’d like to get everything off of me.
 
I’m getting rid of sunglasses,
of shirts that have been too tight for a while now.
It’s always the same old story, Your Eminence.2
I swear, they are pointless.
 
I’d like to get everything off of me,
like a cupid in a painting by Giotto.
I’d like to get everything off of me
and be left naked, looking at myself happily.
 
Getting rid of, combing, my beard and hair,
conjectures and distractions.
My world-wise appearance
doesn’t help me feel less of a moron.
 
I’d like to get everything off of me,
because I’m tired, because I think it’s right.
I’d like to get everything off of me
and be left naked, looking at myself happily.
 
Completely erasing future expectations,
mental masturbation.
Existentialist questions by rocket-science philosophers
are pointless, as you can see.
 
I’d like to get everything off of me,
as free and serene as I once was.
I’d like to get everything off of me
and be left naked, looking at myself happily.
Non so much for modesty, as to get off of me
four layers of cloth that cover me from the world.
I’d like to get everything off of me,
I’d like to get it off of me.
 
Getting rid of pretensions of neutron fission,
useless ravings about revolution.
People who think they’re wise
err of approximation.
 
I’d like to get everything off of me.
 
  • 1. Lit. ‟As naked as mum made me”.
  • 2. Lit. ‟the same old soup”.
You can use my translations however you like.
“Share your knowledge. It is a way to achieve immortality.” ― Dalai Lama XIV
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Rainwater

Rainwater is like blood for those who live in the Sertão*
Rainwater is like fire when it floods the city
For those who live at sharks, rainwater is teardrop
 
Rainwater is a river leaving the Sertão behind
It is a drop of sweat from those who lost their crops
It's the dam of yearning bleeding out of the heart
 
Rainwater is the brunette all wet in the slope
Rainwater is the sky to the man who fix the leak at his ceiling
Rainwater is hell for the ones who throw a party at the marketplace
 
Water!
Water!
Water!
Water!