
Seja Verão, Seja Inverno. Esteja Chuva, Esteja Sol.
Arcos de Valdevez será sempre o meu refúgio da cidade.
Nélson @
I miss your soft lips, I miss your white cheeks
I miss the scratch of your unshaved face on my cheek
And this is so hard 'cause I didn't see
That you were the love of my life and it kills me
I see your face in strangers on the street
I still say your name when I'm talking in my sleep
And in the limelight I play it off fine
But I can't handle it when I turn off my nightlight
But I can't handle it when I turn off my nightlight
E isto é um pouco do que sinto.
Nélson @