sábado, 7 de março de 2015

My first english song

Dead Beauty Butterflies (composed by Reginaldo Mesquita)

When I write songs
I think what?s wrong
All really matter
Is that I?m here alone
I try to take words from a beauty place
But I turned my live a big world without grace

Everytime I take pills
I think I have a dirty side to heal
But when I try to think good thinks
You appear in my head and I sad again
If you were here with me
I would tell you another story

When I write songs
I think what?s wrong in the world
All really matter
Is that I?m not alone
I take words from a beauty place
To make you and me fly in the sky

Sometimes I take my pills
Unfortunettly the next word is ?bills?
But you try to make me think in
Beauty lives and butterflies
But all that I touch is my soul
The world?s problems is a wall
and break it down i don?t know

The only chance I have to
Fly in the sky with you
Is standing beside you
All the time. Believe me. It?s true.
But you?re not here
And I know why

It?s because I write songs
And think to much in what?s wrong in the world
What does really matter?
You have gone. Then, I?ve done.
I took word in a beauty place
To make you and me fly together and high

Sometimes I take my pills
Unfortunettly the next word is ?bills?
So I try to think about
Butterflies but they are dead
Did I never touch in your soul
Your heart were a wall
And break it down I didn?t know

The only chance I have to
Imagine you and me
flying in the sky
Is writing songs, taking words
from my sad mind 


Why didn?t you try forgive who is screaming

If all those words: love, sorry were for you?
Why don?t you try recognize your mistakes
To see you and me we?re unperfectly happy together.
Body in body. Face in face.

Sometimes I take my pills
Unfortunettly the next word is ?bills?
So I try to think about
Butterflies but they are dead
Did I never touch in your soul
Your heart were a wall
And break it down I didn?t know how

The only chance I have to
Imagine you and me
flying together and high
Is writing songs, with choosen words

The only chance I have to
Imagine you and me
flying in the sky
Is writing songs, taking words,
writing songs, taking words
from your eyes