You have never been in love, Until you have seen the stars, Reflect in the reservoirs
And you have never been in love, Until you have seen the dawn rise, Behind the home for the blind
We are the pretty, petty thieves, And you're standing on our streets Where hector was the first of the gang with a gun in his hand And the first to do time, the first of the gang to die, oh my Hector was the first of the gang with a gun in his hand And the first to do time, the first of the gang to die, oh my
You have never been in love, until you've seen the sunlight thrown, Over smashed human bone
We are the pretty, petty thieves, And you're standing on our streets Where hector was the first of the gang with a gun in his hand And the first to do time, the first of the gang to die, such a silly boy Hector was the first of the gang with a gun in his hand And the bullet in his gullet and the first lost lad to go under the sod
And he stole from the rich and the poor and not very rich and the very poor And he stole our hearts away He stole our hearts away, he stole our hearts away He stole our hearts away, he stole our hearts away :::::::::::
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BOAS FÉRIAS Pedro Martins!
Despede-se em grande...
Cá está o sinatresco "My Way" transformado em santo-e-senha do Moz.
Boas férias P. Trafaria!
Dentro de poucos dias estou de volta, antes de voltar a partir.
You have never been in love,
Until you have seen the stars,
Reflect in the reservoirs
And you have never been in love,
Until you have seen the dawn rise,
Behind the home for the blind
We are the pretty, petty thieves,
And you're standing on our streets
Where hector was the first of the gang with a gun in his hand
And the first to do time, the first of the gang to die, oh my
Hector was the first of the gang with a gun in his hand
And the first to do time, the first of the gang to die, oh my
You have never been in love, until you've seen the sunlight thrown,
Over smashed human bone
We are the pretty, petty thieves,
And you're standing on our streets
Where hector was the first of the gang with a gun in his hand
And the first to do time, the first of the gang to die, such a silly boy
Hector was the first of the gang with a gun in his hand
And the bullet in his gullet and the first lost lad to go under the sod
And he stole from the rich and the poor and not very rich and the very poor
And he stole our hearts away
He stole our hearts away, he stole our hearts away
He stole our hearts away, he stole our hearts away
:::::::::::
...de nada, P.M.
Thank you very much, Farol do Cabo!
Obrigadão, Pedro e Farol do Cabo; Isto Bruxelas está pouco feliz e isto ajuda!
Elísio
Boa Lousã, Pedro
Boas férias. Voltem (ainda) mais inspirados!
Boas "vacanças"!
Esperamos, impacientemente, o "retour"!
Et moi, j'attends le discours, Monsieur L'Impatient. N'oubliez pas: il faut parler quatre heures!
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