melody gardot ainda hoje tem problemas de mobilidade, fruto
do acidente que sofreu, em que partiu os ossos da bacia - mas que foi o
impulsionador da sua carreira: semanas deitada numa cama, sem nada que fazer,
pegou numa guitarra e começou a escrever canções como esta. eu cá fazia colares com as constelações (se as estrelas fossem minhas).
If the stars were mine I'd give them all to you
I'd pluck them down right from the sky and leave it only
blue
I would never let the sun forget to shine upon your face
so when others would have rain clouds you'd have only sunny
days
If the stars were mine I'd tell you what I'd do
I'd put the stars right in a jar and give 'em all to you
If the birds were mine I'd tell them when to sing
I'd make them sing a sonnet when your telephone would ring
I would put them there inside the square, whenever you went
out
so there'd always be sweet music whenever you would walk
about
If the birds were mine I'd tell you what I'd do
I'd teach the birds such lovely words and make 'em sing for
you
If the world was mine I'd paint it gold and green
I'd make the oceans orange for a brilliant color scheme
I would color all the mountains, make the sky forever blue
So the world would be a painting and I'd live inside with
you
If the world was mine I'd tell you what I'd do
I'd wrap the world in ribbons and then give it all to you
I'd teach the birds such lovely words and make 'em sing for
you
I'd put those stars right in a jar and... give them all...
to you...
