|Roberto Carlos and the incoherent taxobox
|São tantas emoções!
|Bewitches you with that charming old man voice
|The love of old ladies
|Much affected by his absurdly old age
|Não faço ideia (I have no idea)
|Either hangs out with tall women, or he's kinda short.
|Jumps hopscotch with you on his one leg
So here it is, the incoherent lyrics.
Jesus Christ, take care of me!
Over my head the clouds
Are running on in the the blue sky
While on the sad who are worn
Life is so harder and people cry
Like the clouds above
Everybody here has gone astray
But he can show them how
To better find the right way
Everybody I see
Feels so much love and cries for peace
All those who could do war
They hope it's great and never cease
Seeing the flowers blooming
Between the stones of ourselves the soil
My heart it feels the hopes
That anything can't destroy
Everyone that I meet
Blood and brothers will do so help
Trying to find the people
Who truly care enough to change the world
May God grant this crime
Of raising the prison of day to day
So that the loves that be are raised together
And together play
(refrain, infinty-million times)
- Bat Fuck Insane
- HowTo:Write articles while extremely drunk
- Random humor
- UnBooks:Sexually suggestive songs by Roberto Carlos
Even more incoherence
At this point I don't know what the Hell I'm talking about, so Have a nice day.
- Hope what is great? The war? What is it that never ceases?
- "Between the stones of ourselves the soil"? So now we are stones? No, he was stoned.
- That was just...no.