Blues is a natural fact, is something that a fellow lives. If you don't live it you don't have it. Young people have forgotten to cry the blues. Now they talk and get lawyers and things.
Big Bill Broonzy
A rough translation from the portugese Two tears of dew Fell into my hands When I caressed your face Poor me, that is worth nothing To help you in disgrace, to help you in sorrow Why do you cry, won't you tell me? Theres no need of saying it, dont say I can guess Unhappy lovers should have courage To change their way For love we give our soul, give our body, give everything Until we get tired in the journey But when life ends What was love is longing And life is nothing anymore
A rough translation from the portugese
ReplyDeleteTwo tears of dew
Fell into my hands
When I caressed your face
Poor me, that is worth nothing
To help you in disgrace, to help you in sorrow
Why do you cry, won't you tell me?
Theres no need of saying it, dont say
I can guess
Unhappy lovers should have courage
To change their way
For love we give our soul,
give our body, give everything
Until we get tired in the journey
But when life ends
What was love is longing
And life is nothing anymore
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