Se sou Piegas? Sou

...e depois?
Terei dito, há anos atrás, que se me transformasse em alguém que até gostava de bon jovi podiam dar-me um tiro na testa e acabar com o sofrimento.
Ora bem, eu não gosto de Bon Jovi, mas gosto desta música.
Gosto dela por duas razões:
- Razão nº1: Foi gravado na Bela Fontana di Trevi, em Roma. Quando lá estive, estava mais cheio...era até recomendado algum cuidado com os rattones...carteiristas.
- Razão nº2: A Letra.

Epá, há dias em que isto soa bem. Há dias em que se invertem gostos.
Não todos.
Estes.

Seguem as lyrics:

t's hard for me to say the things
I want to say sometimes
There's no one here but you and me
And that broken old street light
Lock the doors
We'll leave the world outside
All I've got to give to you
Are these five words when I

Chorus:
Thank you for loving me
For being my eyes
When I couldn't see
For parting my lips
When I couldn't breathe
Thank you for loving me
Thank you for loving me

I never knew I had a dream
Until that dream was you
When I look into your eyes
The sky's a different blue
Cross my heart
I wear no disguise
If I tried, you'd make believe
That you believed my lies

Chorus:
Thank you for loving me
For being my eyes
When I couldn't see
For parting my lips
When I couldn't breathe
Thank you for loving me

You pick me up when I fall down
You ring the bell before they count me out
If I was drowning you would part the sea
And risk your own life to rescue me

Solo

Lock the doors
We'll leave the world outside
All I've got to give to you
Are these five words when I

Chorus:
Thank you for loving me
For being my eyes
When I couldn't see
You parted my lips
When I couldn't breathe
Thank you for loving me

When I couldn't fly
Oh, you gave me wings
You parted my lips
When I couldn't breathe
Thank you for loving me