And so she woke up
Woke up from where she was 

Lying still 

Said I gotta do something 

About where we're going 

Step on a steam train 

Step out of the driving rain, maybe 

Run from the darkness in the night 

Singing Ha, Ah La La La De Day 

Ah La La La De Day 

Ah La La De Day 

Sweet the sin 

Bitter taste in my mouth 

I see seven towers 

But I only see one way out 

You got to cry without weeping 

Talk without speaking 

Scream without raising your voice 

You know I took the poison 

From the poison stream 

Then I floated out of here 

Singing...Ha La La La De Day 

Ha La La La De Day 

Ha La La De Day 

She runs through the streets 

With her eyes painted red 

Under black belly of cloud in the rain 

In through a doorway she brings me 

White gold and pearls stolen from the sea 

She is raging 

She is raging 

And the storm blows up in her eyes 

She will... 

Suffer the needle chill 

She is running to stand 

Still.

By the trees

Hold me close in your arms

17

Meu amor, meu amor

Meu amor meu amor
meu corpo em movimento
minha voz à procura
do seu próprio lamento.

Meu limão de amargura meu punhal a escrever
nós parámos o tempo não sabemos morrer
e nascemos nascemos
do nosso entristecer.

Meu amor meu amor
meu nó e sofrimento
minha mó de ternura
minha nau de tormento

este mar não tem cura este céu não tem ar
nós parámos o vento não sabemos nadar
e morremos morremos
devagar devagar.

           José Carlos Ary dos Santos

Blue as your blood

Leave Everywhere

60`s

You talk like Marlene Dietrich
And you dance like Zizi Jeanmaire
Your clothes are all made by Balmain
And there's diamonds and pearls in your hair, yes there are

You live in a fancy apartment
Off the Boulevard Saint-Michel
Where you keep your Rolling Stones records
And a friend of Sacha Distel, yes you do

But where do you go to my lovely
When you're alone in your bed
Tell me the thoughts that surround you
I want to look inside your head, yes I do

I've seen all your qualifications
You got from the Sorbonne
And the painting you stole from Picasso
Your loveliness goes on and on, yes it does

When you go on your summer vacation
You go to Juan-les-Pins
With your carefully designed topless swimsuit
You get an even suntan on your back and on your legs

And when the snow falls you're found in Saint Moritz
With the others of the jet-set
And you sip your Napoleon brandy
But you never get your lips wet, no you don't

But where do you go to my lovely
When you're alone in your bed
Won't you tell me the thoughts that surround you
I want to look inside your head, yes I do

Your name, it is heard in high places
You know the Aga Khan
He sent you a racehorse for Christmas
And you keep it just for fun, for a laugh, a-ha-ha-ha

They say that when you get married
It'll be to a millionaire
But they don't realize where you came from
And I wonder if they really care, or give a damn

Where do you go to my lovely
When you're alone in your bed
Tell me the thoughts that surround you
I want to look inside your head, yes I do

I remember the back streets of Naples
Two children begging in rags
Both touched with a burning ambition
To shake off their lowly-born tags, so they try

So look into my face Marie-Claire
And remember just who you are
Then go and forget me forever
But I know you still bear the scar, deep inside, yes you do

I know where you go to my lovely
When you're alone in your bed
I know the thoughts that surround you
'Cause I can look inside your head