Ocean
Ocean (Djavan)
Assim
Que or give amanheceu
Lá no high from Paixão
Gave pra ver time or ruir
Cade voice, this solidão
Esquecera de mim
Enfim
De tudo que ma e na land
NAO nada lugar em nenhum
Que vai Você chegar always increase;
Longe de ti tudo Parou
Ninguém sabe que eu or Sofri
Amar is um desert and seus temores
Vida que vai na sela dessas Dores
Não sabe turn over, gives me teu calor
Vem fazer me feliz porque eu te amo
Você desagua em mim eu and ocean
And this love is esqueço quase uma dor
Só six live if for por Você
When the day began to dawn
There in the high sea of passion
You could see the time that collapsed
Where are you? That alone ..
You'll forget me!
Eventually
everything that the earth offers
There is nothing in any place
What it gets you to grow without
Away from you everything stopped
Nobody knows what I suffered
Love is a desert and fears
Life on the places of those who vai pain
Do not know return
Give me your warmth
Come and make me happy because I love you
You should result in me being the ocean
And I forget that love is almost a pain
I can only live
If it's for you
Rakele, Brazilian girlfriend if you go around here also the correct translation.
(ON Air Djavan Ao Vivo Ocean flights)
wonderful ...
Sooner or later I ² will help to expand the list of those that ask you music recommendations (and is a threat!)
"Love is a desert .."
As is true .. is a feeling of absolute vacuum that is filled sà hand experience is the most absurd of life, but if neglected is only emotional precipice ..
weird .... but it is passionate about love written, played and sang everything is basically because they are unhappy. There 's who said that this kind of love, Eros is ruled by self-destructive because the two lovers is not really love each other but are in love with love that can be operated only from the obstacle and by the obstruction. But do not you call masochism that? then I'd just as well as masochistic sadistic hahaha
But I know, Quoyle, that this madness is brought to astremi only in the minds of artists. It will be that we tend to romanticize it all?
Karol
sometimes you have to go along the bottom to realize in the end ... we can not decide alone love.
But if we break our head .. we are free. perhaps trivial, patience.
a hug
@ Hayal, no problem, I like to know the beautiful music of any kind, see you then!
@ Light because that phrase has always struck me, and, this beautiful song, text and harmony as only Brazilians can do great.
@ Karol, decisively and 'so', but I think it's normal, happy love is not news :-) Anyway I am sure that in the view a little sturm und drang of the passion of love, there are veins of masochism and sadism, as well as projections, requires 'that the obstacle is not removed,' cause when this happens, the hard part begins, the construction of a love (like the wonderful song of ditches.)
The artistic soul surely tends to exacerbate the vision of 'romantic' and the tragic emotional relationship, and bring it to the extreme, and probably 'the amplification of certain feelings that art can induce.
Q
Beauty ...
Walnut is absolute beauty, exciting, Djavan has been excellent performers in recent years, Carmen McRae sang a few songs, then the Manhattan Transfer, and even Al Jarreau. But his voice and his guitar remain unsurpassed for his songs, that incredible sense of time, the guitar is back already 'already' beauty, glad you like it. And then this text, but what and ', and you wonder', more and more I read 'I love it.
Q
little time to analyze the text, but the photo just a second. A bell'impatto. It 'sa bit late to work, But there is at least to do and I keep in the background on your company blog as uri caine music ... thx
@ Ruckert always busy I see, a greeting I hope you soon with more 'quiet
Q
'The feeling more beautiful and more powerful here € ™ s love story from one of the most important characters in the musical history of Brazil, Djavan. € ™ s love is fear, which gives pain, which can also kill. But the death of love is the most gentle of all, because slain by the spirit © reborn feeling more strongly than ever: it converts € ™ s human being and improves it and makes him free (Liberdade). A life for € ™ s author, would make no sense no one to give themselves (Ocean). Worse would be a life flat, with no one to give: yes, better than the fear and pain that life without love (Boa noite) '
http://musibrasil.net/vsl_art.asp?id=874