às vezes, já tarde da noite
o tempo, cansado de tanto sofrer
vai para longe querendo fugir
de todas as estrelas do céu
e do sol que a lua diz estar logo ali
que viram-se para você e sorriem
chamando a solidão que vive em si

aquela que nunca para de gritar
agora esquecida da paixão por ti
deixa escapar um longo suspiro
que enche o vazio de silêncios
que embalam tua alma com sonhos
que a manhã nunca mais virá
e o céu vai continuar a sorrir

Jauch

Skin
(Boy)

All day long she’s waiting for the night to ask her out
To be somebody’s dancer, to get lost inside a crowd
There’s no need to talk, because the music is so loud,
Till a taxi drives her back into a morning full of doubts.

You can feel like a part of something if you’re part of the scene
You can make your life look pretty add a little ice and gin,
Wash off the make-up and prepare the aspirin
Well you can get out of this party dress but you can’t get out of this skin.

His home is where his heart is at the parties that he roams.
He tells himself he can’t be lonely cause he’s never on his own,
But all the friends he makes at night, in the morning they are gone,
And he’s left with his four walls, his aching head, his silent phone

You can feel like a part of something if you’re part of the scene
You can make your life look pretty add a little ice and gin,
Wash off the make-up and prepare the aspirin
Well you can get out of this party dress but you can’t get out of this skin.

All day long she’s waiting for the night to ask her out
To be somebody’s dancer…

You can feel like a part of something if you’re part of the scene
You can make your life look pretty add a little ice and gin
Wash off the make-up and prepare the aspirin
Well you can get out of this party dress but you can’t get out of
Feeling like you are part of something if you are part of the scene
You can make your life look pretty add a little ice and gin,
Wash off the make-up and prepare the aspirin
Well you can get out of this party dress but you can’t get out of this…
Skin

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