sábado, fevereiro 28, 2009

Da chuva que traz as coisas tristes.

Raindrops keep fallin' on my head and just like the guy whose feet are too big for his bed nothin' seems to fit. Those raindrops are fallin' on my head, they keep fallin', so I just did me some talkin' to the sun and I said I didn't like the way he got things done, sleepin' on the job. Those raindrops are fallin' on my head, they keep fallin'. But there's one thing I know: the blues they send to meet me won't defeat me, It won't be long till happiness steps up to greet me. Raindrops keep fallin' on my head but that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turnin' red. Cryin's not for me. 'Cause I'm never gonna stop the rain by complainin'... Because I'm free. Nothin's worryin' me, It won't be long till happiness steps up to greet me.

1 comentário:

Anónimo disse...

Hoje que a chuva ácida se transforme em doce... e que os sorrisos mais belos e ternos...desçam até ti em forma de chuva...com muita ou pouca intensidade...mas que desçam... e te transformem...Deep inside I wan´t you too be happy!!!
That should be the spirit ;-)
P(eixa)