O aleijado (mais espiritual que físico) não escreveu nada novo, porém senti a vontade de deixar uma música, a que estou ouvindo repetidas vezes neste momento.
A letra é incrivelmente inspiradora e sua melodia me faz quase ter coragem de cometer o maior gesto de covardia. Apreciem..
Para ouvir a música, clique aqui.
Para ler a tradução, aqui.
Hurt (Johnny Cash)
I've hurt myself today
to see if i still feel.
I focus on the pain,
the only thing thats real.
The needle tears a hole;
the old familiar sting,
try to kill it all away,
but I remember everything.
(Chorus)
what have I become,
my sweetest friend?
Everyone I know,
goes away in the end,
and you could have it all:
my empire of dirt,
I will let you down,
I will make you hurt.
I wear this crown of thorns
upon my liars chair:
full of broken thoughts,
I cannot repair.
Beneath the stains of time,
the feelings dissapear.
You are someone else,
I am still right here.
What have I become,
my sweetest friend?
Everyone I know,
goes away in the end,
and you could have it all:
my empire of dirt.
I will let you down,
I will make you hurt.
If I could start again,
a million miles away,
I will keep myself,
I would find a way.
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