ALTHOUGH LACKING ONE DAY (YOU WERE UNREAL, DEAR)

Although lacking one day
And it was like a sun without color
Still would remain my fingers on my guitar
And I could strum your hair
Made of stars
To compose a new constellation .
Even if the entire Olympus
Do not judge me to build this entire constellation
The strength of your hair
I could win Hera ,
Zeus , Athens and Artemis
And create another constellation full of light
For padding the missing day
And so we left without color.
I love you , baby !
I love you , baby!

Although lacking the rope
My guitar
And I could not strum the notes of this love
I would use the guitar as a percussion
And the sound of a drum would be
Repeat the rhythm of my heart
And the day would be filled with color.
All the tribes of Africa understand my rhythm
And would stand to play the drum .
My love for you would be transmitted
From one tribe to another
And reach the constellation
I had to compose .
Who knows well
You listen to the sound of my heart
And understand
How much I miss you
And again saying :
I love you too , darling !
I love you too , darling !

And I do not need to cry anymore
Or listen Jazon Mraz
With eyes full of tears
And the neck keeping my sobs .
But it is not possible
Because you never loved me .
I was just the color of your sun
The one who got her heart had rhythm .
But you afraid of the sun , he was afraid of the color
And I can not blame you
I do not understand your panic
And you got the fear
Seeing that I was real .
I could live without you , you imagined .

You were my music , my dear !
You were my music , my dear !

And I really am
I exist for real

Now I pray that you find
A day that has a guitar
And can compose light and sound
About what's left of you .
You lied about me
And I suffered too .
You distorted the muscle of my affection
And I took you from my heart,
But

I remember our history , my flower
I remember our history , my flower

And everything could be different
If we had not done something " Grand Hotel " .
And everything could be different
If we had  heard Norah Jones in live .

Sometimes I have this anger my innocence
To think that I could
Compose a constellation
Only with ropes made of your hair .

This song is a remnant of rhythm drum
One day I woke up without sleep right
And back to the time when I was a little girl
Believing that you were the color of my sun
The sound of my guitar
And I felt bigger than the gods of Olympus
Like I was all rhythm of Africa ...

You were unreal, dear
You were unreal, dear .


By  ©leoniaoliveira (all rigths reserved)