Hoje, quando te vi, nada senti...
Sorri, olhei-te e conversámos...
E nada senti...
Não mais senti medo da tua ausência,
Felicidade com o encontrar do teu olhar...
Já não penso nos sonhos destruídos,
Nem no passado que vou ter de apagar...
Hoje, quando te vi, nada senti...
Só me resta mesmo convencer-me de que isto é verdade.
Aprender a mentir e enganar-me
Para, quando te vir, realmente sentir que já nada sinto!

Há olhares que nos despem o corpo e nos lêem a alma...

Aproxima-se uma mudança de rota.
Aguardo-a com ansiedade...

There is no combination of words I could put on the back of a postcard...

Estou tão cansada desta situação...
Apetece-me fugir!
Mas sei que, quando for o momento da despedida, vou desejar que nunca tivesse chegado...
Mas, até lá, vou sobrevivendo à tua presença!
E à tua ausência!

Sei que vou sentir muito a tua falta...
Mas também sei que é inevitável...

There's a voice on the phone
telling what had happened
some kind of confusion
more like a disaster
and it wondered how you were left unaffected
but you had no knowledge
all the chemicals covered you
and so a jury was formed
as more liquor was poured
there's no need for conviction
they're not thirsting for justice
but I slept with the lies
I keep inside my head
I found out I was guilty
I found out I was guilty
but I won't be around for the sentencing
cause I'm leaving
on the next airplane

and though I know that my actions are impossible to justify
they seem adequate to fill up my time
and if I could talk to myself like I was someone else
then maybe I could take your advice
and I wouldn't act like such an asshole all the time

there's a film on the wall
makes the people look small
who are sitting beside it
all consumed in the drama
they must return to their lives
once the hero has died
they will drive to the office
stopping somewhere for coffee
where the folk singers, poets, and playwrights convene
dispinsing their wisdom
oh dear amateur orators
they will detail their pain
in some standard refrain
that will recite their sadness
like it's some kind of contest
well if it is
I think I am winning it
all beaming with confidence
as I make my final lap
the gold medal gleams
so hang it around my neck
cause I am deserving it
the champion of idiots

but a kid carries his Walkman on that long bus ride to omaha
I know a girl who cries when she practices violin
cause each note sounds so pure
it just cuts into her
and then the melody comes pouring out her eyes
and now to me everything else
including this
just sounds like a lie.

Going for the gold - Bright Eyes