Better

If I kiss you where it's sore
If I kiss you where it's sore
will you feel better, better, better
will you feel anything at all?
will you feel better, better, better
will you feel anything at all?

Born like sisters to this world
in a town where blood ties are only blood
If you never say your name out loud to anyone
they can never ever call you by it

If I kiss you where it's sore
If I kiss you where it's sore
will you feel better, better, better
will you feel anything at all?
will you feel better, better, better
will you feel anything at all?

You're getting sadder, getting sadder, getting sadder, getting sadder
and I don't understand, and I don't understand
but if I kiss you where it's sore
If I kiss you where it´s sore
will you feel better, better, better
will you feel anything at all?
will you feel better, better, better
will you feel anything at all?

Regina Spektor

Rejazz

Thought I'd cry for you forever

But I couldn't so I didn't
People's children die and they don't even cry forever
Thought I'd see your face in my mind for all time
But I don't even remember what your ears looked like

And the clock still strikes midnight and noon
And the sun still rises and so does the moon
Birds still migrate south and people move on
Even though I'm no longer in your arms
Thought the mountain would crumble
And the rivers would bend
But I thought all wrong and the world did not end
Guess the maps will just have to stay the same for a while
Didn't even need therapy to rehabilitate my smile
Rehabilitate my smile

Thought I'd cry for you forever
But I couldn't so I didn't...

Regina Spektor.

Fidelity

A mão cheia de pó colorido a se lançar.
Não é só mais um boneco sem cabeça.
Por enquanto a tinta esta a espreita.
Logo será jogada!
E... se certo... Jogada de volta!

Verdes

Estou a escrever estes versos.
A descrever estes verdes.
Falar de liberdade.
De tudo aquilo que almejo.
Verdes, são o quão livre lhes cabe.
E que ainda que por vezes seja fim.
E parecam apenas mais uns verdes.
Todas as brisas insistem no frescor do mar.
Mirar como um oceano de desbravaduras.
Não sei se verdes seriam meus em desejo.
Mais que isso tudo, o que representam.
Lá mesmo onde estão.
Verdes.