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In your bed
In your bed, where the hours are consumed In your bed, I went from boy to man Filling the sheets of the poems Hair little by little unhurried You opened your shelter for me I'll be stuck with you In your bed In your bed In your bed, there were murmurs of waves In your bed , the moonshine noise in the waters The smell of the body is warm The eagerness that makes the moment Take care of us So many words without a voice In your bed In your bed And if we ever drift apart It's because the game couldn't last And if we ever meet It's the life I want to challenge In your bed, in your bed, in your bed, in your bed In your bed, in your bed, in your bed
TAXI
HR TAXI CASSETTE HR TAPE
Throughout the night I had been drinking The rain and the cold made the blood warm One glass of ham, then another, I walked from bar to bar
I was really so crooked that I saw everything double Taxi! There Is None In My Sight Taxi! If it don't come then i´ll give up I was in the cold not knowing what to do I didn't know the place and it was hard to see There so idly I was falling so turned I was doubted I tried to take a few steps, I didn't go anywhere Taxi! There Is None In My Sight Taxi! If you don't come then I´ll give up If you don't come then give up Then in the distance I saw some lights shining I heard noise, I had reason to be suspicious "No! I can't believe it!", I was heard screaming Stopped right next to me, didn't stop peeing There he made his sense and took off slowly One glass of ham, then another, I went into another bar I got even more crooked, I could already see it tripling Taxi! There Is None In My Sight aTaxi If you don't come then I´ll give up If you don't come then give up Then in the distance I saw some lights shining I heard noise, I had reason to be suspicious "No! I can't believe it!" I was heard screaming Taxi! There Is None In My Sight aTaxi! If you don't come then give up If you don't come then I´ll give up Then in the distance I saw some lights shining I heard noise, I had reason to be suspicious
"No! I can't believe it!" I was heard shouting Taxi! There is no Taxi! If you don't come ,
Taxi!
Hearts - Graduates
HR ... ... ... Barbra
Hearts - Graduates
Aurora brother Rui
Discoveries monument Belem Lisboa
Belem Tower
ED... Mini HR... Rui
HR Casa Pia
Blue Bloods
The box is missing in action.
THE ACE OF FLIPPERS
It is the largest in the neighborhood No one's going to beat And he wins everything and everyone Without letting the ball stand still With kid gloves on And your air is all gripped There's no one to beat him He is the most praised He's the ace of flippers He's the ace of flippers He's the ace of flippers He's always out and about And out of turn When there's no twine anymore There's her mother's suitcase, no one sees Go to gamar a note He'll still shine on TV And whenever there's a championship There's the fans staring A kick, a punch, a way to the body And the ball is always rolling He's the ace of flippers He's the ace of flippers He's the ace of flippers He's always out and about And out of turn He's the ace of flippers He's the ace of flippers He's the ace of flippers He's always out and about And out of turn Girls so dumb There's always sideways biting Your left hip strike And trembling frown With a tight back And your badly flipped way He's the greatest of flippers But it's not a failure He's the ace of flippers He's the ace of flippers He's the ace of flippers He's always out and about And out of turn He's the ace of flippers He's the ace of flippers He's the ace of flippers He's always out and about And out of turn He's the ace of flippers He's the ace of flippers He's the ace of flippers He's always out and about And out of turn / Hour
Dance Group - Patchouly
Oh, fishmongers fishmongers from the armpits The torn socks and the peeled shoes On the avenues you still make your couplings And all thanks to the patchouly perfume O-ho, o-ho, o-ho O-ho, o-ho, o-ho O-ho, o-ho, o-ho O-ho, o-ho, o-ho Those high school girls Smelling like milk and the socket by the toe Are blown away by your fragrant charm, yes Your patchouly perfume O-ho, o-ho, o-ho O-ho, o-ho, o-ho O-ho, o-ho, o-ho O-ho, o-ho, o-ho Those high school girls Already smoke ganzas / pot at the tram stop Silly conversations with more mouth than chick Don't say two when they're next to you O-ho, o-ho, o-ho O-ho, o-ho, o-ho O-ho, o-ho, o-ho O-ho, o-ho, o-ho What they like to see and smell of you Your patchouly perfume What they like to see and smell of you Your patchouly perfume What they like...
Aurora Helena 22
Helena 22
Carlos flores
Carmo...9 Lisboa HR
Rua do Carmo
Rua do Carmo, Rua do Carmo Beautiful women, going up Chiado Alien women, stuck in shop windows Some crippled at rush hour Look at how it is, Rua do Carmo Look at what it's like, Rua do Carmo Junas that come out, from Bairro Alto Putos extended, stopping the pace Where commerce, captivates tourists Who eats with their eyes, already fills their bellies Look at how it is, Rua do Carmo Look at what it's like, Rua do Carmo Look at how it is, Rua do Carmo Look at what it's like, Rua do Carmo Blowing life, students pass Swaying their hips, burning lips Ascending in a hurry, opening the way We collide head-on, we continue our journey Look at how it is, Rua do Carmo Look at what it's like, Rua do Carmo Look at how it is, Rua do Carmo
Look at what it's like Rua do Carmo
Hey Hey Hey
Oh yeh
Graça Aurora sister
A... Rally pilot Autodromo do Estoril
Casa da Moeda
France
SIS
Largo do Carmo... GNR
Ceuta Galeto
Lisbon Nights
You start in a glass Maybe of beer Sitting at the table Joining the conversation Women who arrive Between laughter A twinkle in the eye And an emptiness in the soul Lisbon Nights Of lit stories The bars are full Holding the fangs Rented rooms Islands of low light Give me nights sentinels And vomit of cross green Lisbon Nights From door to door Ghosts on the loose On the loose with reins There's a being perched On the legs of a judge Trying to escape To the miseries of a country Loves in a car In a deserted park Covering my mouth Two screams in the air Lisbon Nights From door to door Lisbon Nights Ghosts on the loose On the loose with reins The smile is cynical In the wrinkles two arrows Between the whiskey and the thaw Blue river in white leaf And the world is remade And alcohol is already rising Kisses are exchanged At this table of men Lisbon Nights From door to door Lisbon Nights Ghosts on the loose On the loose with reins Lisbon Nights From door to door Lisbon Nights Ghosts on the loose On the loose with reins
Lisbon Lisbon Lisbon Lisbon
Good morning Lisbon
Faithful to an old love I always end up going back to the house I'd like To be able to call home Between the euphoria of the return And the fatigue of the journey With a lot of new stories Stuffed in the luggage And a weird feeling That leaves me a little dizzy Now here I am again So GOOD MORNING LISBON I've walked half the world I've been all over the place And when anguish grips me Your fate comes to my lips I've fallen asleep tired In so many different places And I wake up like I had Always the Tagus in front of me And it's always the same greeting That echoes in my head Like a persistent dream So GOOD MORNING LISBON Well then hello Lisbon It's always so good to come back Who knows there will be a day That I'll come to stay And end up there In a come dormer to make it come true A dream long dreamed And in some alley Between Alfama and Madragoa Greet you in the morning
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Casino Suisse
HR Kodak Toyota JP
NGR AC Aurora
CΓ‘ Carlos
Aurora
Rapaz do CaleidoscΓ³pio
Um intelectual de ar estafado Um homem de faces cavadas na noite Cruza o Bairro Alto No silΓͺncio dos tΓ©nis claros Em passos largos de danΓ§a. Ele Γ© um duro como rock FΓ£ da violΓͺncia E olha a vida pelos Γ³culos Gingando cadΓͺncia Veste cabedal que Γ© napa preta Heyahoh la la la Heyahoh la la la Quando a fome aperta Ele toma o caminho da fΓ‘brica ou do estaleiro E na prΓ³xima fuga entra na pele do animal Que o torna agressivo Reputação ideal. Ele Γ© um duro como rock Fan da violΓͺncia E olha a vida pelos Γ³culos Gingando cadΓͺncia Veste cabedal que Γ© napa preta Heyahoh la la la Heyahoh la la la
Casa da Moeda
Lisboa
JoΓ£o Glen
Kaleidoscope Boy
An intellectual with a tired look A man with his faces hollowed out in the night Crisscrosses Bairro Alto In the silence of light sneakers In long strides of dance. He's a rock tough Fan of violence And looks at life through his glasses Swinging cadence Wears leather that's black nappa leather Heyahoh la la la Heyahoh la la la When hunger strikes He takes the path of the factory or the shipyard And in the next escape gets into the skin of the animal That makes him aggressive Ideal reputation. He's a tough as rock Fan of violence And looks at life through the glasses Swinging cadence
Wears leather that's black nappa leather
Heyahoh la la la Heyahoh la la la
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Carlos do Carmo — Lisboa Menina e MoΓ§a
Lisbon, Girl and young
In the Castle, I put an elbow In Alfama, rest my gaze And so I undo the ball Of blue and sea To the Ribeira I lean my head The pillow of the bed of the Tagus With sheets embroidered in a hurry In the cambric of a kiss Lisbon, girl and young,
Aurora
girl Of the light that my eyes see so pure Your breasts are the hills, varina Auction that brings me to the door, tenderness City to stitch embroidered light Towel by the sea spread Lisbon, girl and young, beloved City, woman of my life In the Terreiro, I pass by you But from Graça, I see you naked When a pigeon looks at you , smiles You're a woman from the street And in the highest neighborhood of the dream I put the fado that I knew how to invent Brandy of life and arbutus That makes me sing Lisbon, girl and young, girl Of the light that my eyes see so pure Your breasts are the hills, varina Auction that brings me to the door, tenderness City to stitch embroidered light Towel by the sea spread Lisbon, girl and girl, beloved City, woman of my life Lisbon in my love, lying City by my hands naked Lisbon, girl and girl, beloved City, woman of my life
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Rosa Henrique mother
Orangine
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