sábado, 23 de julho de 2016

De volta ao luto ...





… e para acompanhar …

He left no time to regret
Kept his lips wet
With his same old safe bet
Me and my head high
And my tears dry
Get on without my guy
You went back to what you knew
So far removed from all that we went through
And I tread a troubled track
My odds are stacked
I'll go back to black

We only said goodbye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to
I go back to us

I love you much
It's not enough
You love blow, and I love puff
And life is like a pipe
And I'm a tiny penny rolling up the walls inside

We only said goodbye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to
We only said goodbye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to

Black
Black
Black
Black
Black
Black
Black
I go back to
I go back to

We only said goodbye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to
We only said goodbye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to black


Na versão cantada, o que o rapaz que “não teve tempo para se arrepender” manteve molhado não foram bem os lábios. Tudo o mais é uma delícia de canção, muito mais nesta versão acústica que na que ficou registada (que, querendo, podem escutar AQUI, embora censurada na parte húmida do rapaz!).

Autores: Amy Winehouse e Mark Ronson


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