In the morning it's rainning
Well i'm reading Leminski
And listening Freddie King
She is sleeping sweet sleep my girl
The children are jumping like hell
Someone is ringing outside the bell
The telephone is ringing ringing ringing
She is dreaming pssst do not disturb my girl
On the TV somebody singing with swing
Well i'm reading Leminski
And listening Freddie King
She is sleeping sweet sleep my girl
The children are jumping like hell
Someone is ringing outside the bell
The telephone is ringing ringing ringing
She is dreaming pssst do not disturb my girl
On the TV somebody singing with swing
Zero zero seven against gold finger
007 against gold finger
On the TV somebody singing with swing
007 against gold finger
On the TV somebody singing with swing
A flower is dancing it's raining
Well my book is very interesting
I'm looking at sky
There are no birds flying
But the airplanes but airplanes
Someone keeps on singing
Someone keeps on singing
Well my book is very interesting
I'm looking at sky
There are no birds flying
But the airplanes but airplanes
Someone keeps on singing
Someone keeps on singing
Zero zero seven against gold finger
007 against gold finger
On the TV somebody singing with swing
007 against gold finger
On the TV somebody singing with swing
engraçado, acabo de pensar que já fazem seis anos que a música e poesia desse cara permeia minhas histórias de vida. o mais louco é que o tempo vai passando e sempre rola uma coisa nova pra passar a fazer sentido; um verso, um instrumento... ai, os namoros poéticos.
