Eu gostaria de acreditar e confiar em você. Eu gostaria que você confiasse e acreditasse em mim.
Eu não gostaria de ter ciume. Eu não gostaria que você tivesse ciume.
Eu gostaria de te abraçar forte, bem forte. Gostaria de te beijar intensamente. Gostaria de fazer amor com você; e sexo com amor é bem mais gostoso, não?
Eu gostaria de passear com você, de braços dados.
Gostaria de tomar um vinho, ir ao cinema contigo.
Eu não gostaria mais de brigar com você.
Eu não gostaria mais de te acusar e ser acusado por ti.
Eu gostaria de rir com você.
Nada é pra sempre?! Bem, eu gostaria de te amar pra sempre e que você me amasse eternamente.
Porém, parece que essas coisas não mais acontecerão nesta vida... Por isso , teimosa e insistentemente, torço para haver vida depois da morte. Quem sabe num próximo tempo, meu sonho de amor contigo, possa se realizar. Gostaria de acreditar em milagres, e que um deles acontecesse comigo.
Question(Justin Hayward)
The Moody Blues
Why do we never get an answer
When we're knocking at the door?
With a thousand million questions
About hate and death and war.
It's where we stop and look around us
There is nothing that we need.
In a world of persecution
That is burning in it's greed.
Why do we never get an answer
When we're knocking at the door?
Because the truth is hard to swallow
That's what the wall of love is for.
It's not the way that you say it
When you do those things to me.
It's more the way that you mean it
When you tell me what will be.
And when you stop and think about it
You won't believe it's true.
That all the love you've been giving
Has all been meant for you.
I'm looking for someone to change my life.
I'm looking for a miracle in my life.
And if you could see what it's done to me
To lose the the love I knew
Could safely lead me through.
Between the silence of the mountains
And the crashing of the sea
There lies a land I once lived in
And she's waiting there for me.
But in the grey of the morning
My mind becomes confused
Between the dead and the sleeping
And the road that I must choose.
I'm looking for someone to change my life.
I'm looking for a miracle in my life.
And if you could see what it's done to me
To lose the the love I knew
Could safely lead me to
The land that I once knew.
To learn as we grow old
The secrets of our souls.
When we're knocking at the door?
With a thousand million questions
About hate and death and war.
It's where we stop and look around us
There is nothing that we need.
In a world of persecution
That is burning in it's greed.
Why do we never get an answer
When we're knocking at the door?
Because the truth is hard to swallow
That's what the wall of love is for.
It's not the way that you say it
When you do those things to me.
It's more the way that you mean it
When you tell me what will be.
And when you stop and think about it
You won't believe it's true.
That all the love you've been giving
Has all been meant for you.
I'm looking for someone to change my life.
I'm looking for a miracle in my life.
And if you could see what it's done to me
To lose the the love I knew
Could safely lead me through.
Between the silence of the mountains
And the crashing of the sea
There lies a land I once lived in
And she's waiting there for me.
But in the grey of the morning
My mind becomes confused
Between the dead and the sleeping
And the road that I must choose.
I'm looking for someone to change my life.
I'm looking for a miracle in my life.
And if you could see what it's done to me
To lose the the love I knew
Could safely lead me to
The land that I once knew.
To learn as we grow old
The secrets of our souls.
