Lins Ivan
My Moments
The Night
(I. Lins - V. Martins)
The night has been kept in the tablecloths of the bars
Hearts set, hearts Tortured hearts
Hungover hearts, homeless hearts
Too much
The night has spoken on bar chairs
Of drowned passions, of rejected passions
Of passions misplaced, aged passions
Too many
The night brings signs on the face
Of those who have cried too much
The night brings signs on the face
Of those who have cried too much
The night has left its grudges engraved
The knife and penknife, the pencil and razor
Inside people, inside the toilets
And more
The night has left his grudges engraved
The knife and penknife, the pencil and razor
Inside people, inside toilets
And more
Inside me
André Velloso - Rio de Janeiro, Brazil
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