“Quando éramos crianças, odiávamos as coisas que os
nossos pais faziam
Ouvíamos baixinho o programa de rádio do Casey Kasem
Era quando os nossos amigos eram fixes,
Só de pensar neles fazia-nos ser fixes
O cheiro da erva na primavera
E as folhas de outubro cobriam tudo.”[trad. Luis Leal]
I can't
let you be, cause your beauty won't allow me
wrapped
in white sheets,
like an
angel from a bedtime story
and shut
out what they say,
cause
your friends are fucked up anyway
and when
they come around,
somehow
they feel up and you feel down.
When we
were kids, we hated things our parents did
we
listened low to Casey Kasem's radio show
that's
when friends were nice,
to think
of them just makes you feel nice
the
smell of grass in spring
and
October leaves cover everything.
Have you
forgotten how to love yourself?
I can't
believe all the good things that you do for me
sat back
in a chair like a princess from a faraway place
nobody's
nice, when you're older your heart turns to ice
and shut
out what they say;
they're
too dumb to mean it anyway
When we
were kids, we hated things our sisters did
backyard
summer pools and Christmases were beautiful
and the
sentiment of colored mirrored ornaments
and the
open drapes
look out
on frozen farmhouse landscapes
Have you
forgotten how to love yourself?
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