07 janeiro 2012






ouvi este disco pela primeira vez em casa de um amigo, que o tinha comprado por causa do célebre «kiss».
já conhecia coisas anteriores deste príncipe, mas nada me tinha preparado para a surpresa de ouvir esta canção, que fechava um dos lados do LP.
não só ficou em mim para sempre, como será provavelmente um dos clássicos eternos que a música pop escreveu.
é... por vezes neva em abril.





Tracy died soon after a long fought civil war,
just after I'd wiped away his last tear
I guess he's better off than he was before,
A whole lot better off than the fools he left here
I used 2 cry 4 Tracy because he was my only friend
Those kind of cars don't pass u every day
I used 2 cry 4 Tracy because I wanted to see him again,
But sometimes sometimes life ain't always the way...

Sometimes it snows in April
Sometimes I feel so bad, so bad
Sometimes I wish life was never ending,
and all good things, they say, never last

Springtime was always my favorite time of year,
A time 4 lovers holding hands in the rain
Now springtime only reminds me of Tracy's tears
Always cry 4 love, never cry 4 pain
He used 2 say so strong unafraid to die
Unafraid of the death that left me hypnotized
No, staring at his picture I realized
No one could cry the way my Tracy cried

Sometimes it snows in April
Sometimes I feel so bad
Sometimes I wish that life was never ending,
And all good things, they say, never last

I often dream of heaven and I know that Tracy's there
I know that he has found another friend
Maybe he's found the answer 2 all the April snow
Maybe one day I'll see my Tracy again

Sometimes it snows in April
Sometimes I feel so bad, so bad
Sometimes I wish that life was never ending,
But all good things, they say, never last

All good things they say, never last
And love, it isn't love until it's past





2 comentários:

  1. falando em outros beijos e em músicas «de uma vida», deixo cá ficar uma das minhas, até porque eu sempre preferi a chuva à neve:

    http://youtu.be/I9cwz12wKD0

    e já agora deixo também o desafio da fotografia e do poema. aceite, se quiser. é que eu aposto que o preto e branco encaixa aqui como uma luva. ;)

    beijinho*

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