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Título	Iâ€™ve got tired of sunsets
Tradução Inglês Traduzido por ViaLuminosa	Idioma alvo: Inglês Iâ€™ve got tired of sunsets But itâ€™s still early for laterâ€¦ A fresh fury, Insatiable, insolent, Not yet ready for a wild aggression, Not even remembering why, Is licking me away from its lips for the last time. It feels like a partial paresis Is pulling my wires... It seems the endless streets Have forgotten the flame. It seems the roof torn down Has left behind its scaffolding, And the walls made of clouds Have molded, And the chant of the jackals Can be scarcely discerned. Gang of drunk scoundrels Burn with their cigarettes The thread too thin You send me at night And expect me to hold on to (who knows why). Donâ€™t clean me out! I might come backâ€¦ I might ask for moreâ€¦ I might become somehow A song come true, If only a street Happens to recall me Just like thatâ€¦ Iâ€™ve got tired of sunsets But itâ€™s still early for laterâ€¦ And you make me feel so thirsty/like drinkingâ€¦
Notas sobre a tradução	Huh, that was hard...;-)

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- 7 Abril 2008 01:48

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