Rodriguez Silvio
Live In Argentina
I Give You A Song
How I waste papers remembering you
how you make me talk in the silence,
how you don't get rid of my desire
although no one ever sees me with you.
And how time passes, suddenly, it's years
without you passing by me, detained.
I give you a song yes I open a door
and you come out of the shadow.
I give you a song at dawn,
when I want your light the most.
I give you a song when you appear
br/>the mystery of love,
and if you don't appear, I don't care:
I give you a song.
If I look outside a little, I stop:
the The city collapses and I'm singing.
The people who hate me and who love me
are not going to forgive me for being distracted.
They think I'm saying it all, that I'm risking my life,
br/>because they don't know you or feel you.
I give you a song and I make a speech
about my right to speak
I give you a song with my two hands
with same to kill.
I give you a song and I say homeland
and I continue talking to you.
I give you a song like a gunshot
like a book, a word, a guerrilla
br/>how I give love.
André Velloso - Rio de Janeiro, Brazil
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