Passarinho Sem Ninho

 say what u feel (simm)

mulher (simm)

casa de dentro (simm)

he doesn't believe in you 

passarinho sem ninho 

mar violento (ukulele)

odio de voce 

Sunrise of Chopin

Hoje acordei com a chuva molhando meus olhos

 say what you feel

he doesn't believe in you 

passarinho sem ninho 

casa de dentro

what's Juliet without her Romeo? Alive.

You were so afraid of my voice, that I decided to be afraid of it too.

She was not fragile like a flower. she was fragile like a bomb.

Liberdade eh pouco. O que eu tenho ainda nao tem nome. 

lets leave this place roofless

voce repete tradicoes insanas

he doesn't believe in you

say what you feel

mulher que grita, mulher que fala

eu tenho odio 

este vermelho

passarinho sem ninho 

mar violento 

casa de dentro

sunrise of Chopin

I hear the strangers

 he doesn't believe in you as you do

so you should be aware of where you are 

and say let go to what you should

I choose me

Its easy to say it on my mind

so why should I carry it all this time

I need a little embrace

but my heart is not strong enough

to be free

im lost 

by myself

 you are the best session holder. you are the best person to make a session with. 

 all this love poems don't make sense for me

 you can be your own property right now.

don't think is the other way. 

advices for me, a younger me. 

you are fucking trying everything to survive. you are fucking doing your best. 

do you think she wanted you?

can u feel her energy of a woman in a girl in you?

 Im an imigrant of myself

no one asked me if I wanted to leave

I needed to survive

I wasnt allowed to exist

and I fight to be me 

and im here.

im proud. and reading poetry. and understanding my dreams. and putting things in their place. shouldn't a girl so pretty like me have pleasure in sex? shouldn't I?

im reading poetry and im in love with it. 

where do u want to be in 5 years?

this question makes more sense now. 

U know u are learning German, u are learning composing, u are learning to exist.

to create, and to be what you want to be. 

and reading poetry and creating your music.

u know about it. live it.

 

 eu tenho odio de voce 

toda vez que me fala 

que eu sou sua fotografa

eu nao sou sua garota

sou aquela que grita

e vem dizer que eu nao sou cantora

pois eu ja carrego mares

quando me fala pra parar 

de falar das bobagens do que eu nunca sinto 

eu te falo mais alto 

vem pra ca que eu grito 

e quantas vezes voce nao me escutou 

eu tenho odio de voce

 Once she appeared with her eyes all broken 

Couldn't stand carrying a broken heart

She never loved any single person

Tried to carry her life in a box

She dived deep in her broken feelings 

Triez to keep away her broken heart 

Closed her eyes to her own stories 

Entered the plane and escaped it away

She dived deep in her broken feelings

Trier to keep away her broken heart 

Couldn't manage her own experience 

Her waves of hurt never looked so bad 

Your casual unactivity

Your way of saying the whole name

As making your scene be the best

Your casual way of trying to be cool

Is this the American way of not looking in the eyes?

I don't know if you talked to me or to someone else 

But I will make you important in my presentation 

And after that you can start working with me 

But then you stay silent to my songs

That way of not naming what I feel

And that way of it feeling so strong

You won't produce your own musics if you keep sleeping with him

But do you know Marlene Bridgers?

As it would be another Marlene in the world.

You are not the first person to show a song

Because you won't record my thoughts

You won't record my thoughts

And won't listen to what my body has to say

Because you are living in your own world of marginality

Eu nao me canso de falar

Todas coisas que calam 

dentro da minha historia

Quando me fala pra parar 

de sonhar com a vida 

com as minhas mentiras

Eu nao sou sua...