Do que me falaria a distância senão de saudades?
Saudade de olhos que os meus olhos já não vêm mais,
saudade de sorrisos que outrora me fizeram sorrir,
saudade de braços que agora não me alcançam,
saudade dos afagos que, distantes, não me afagam.
Do que me falaria a distância senão de saudades?
Saudades do tempo e dos ventos,
saudades das chuvas,
saudades do teu perfume,
saudades, saudades.
Do que me falaria a distância senão de saudades?
Saudades do que vivi contigo,
saudades do que deixei de viver,
saudades dos devaneios que experimentei,
saudades, saudades.
Do que me falaria a distância senão de saudades?
Saudades dos amores que vivi,
saudades dos amores que perdi.
Saudades de quem me deixou,
saudade do tudo que deixei de viver.
Do que me falaria a distância senão de Saudades?
Saudade, saudade, saudades!
Vivências que se perdem no tempo viram saudades,
sentimentos se transformam em saudades e dói.
Dói, e me faz sentir saudades, saudades, saudades.
O Mensageiro - Chuy, julho de 2016.
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The distance
What would the distance speak to me about if not longing?
Longing for eyes that my eyes no longer see,
longing for the smiles that once made me smile,
longing for the arms that no longer reach me,
longing for the caresses that, from afar, do not caress me.
What would the distance speak to me about if not longing?
Longing for the time and the winds,
missing the rains,
missing your scent,
longing, longing.
What would distance speak to me about if not longing?
Longing for what I lived with you,
missing what I didn't live,
longing for the daydreams I experienced,
longing, longing.
What would the distance talk to me about if not longing?
Longing for the loves that I lived,
missing the loves that I lost.
Missing those who left me,
longing for everything I didn't get to live.
What would the distance speak to me about if not about Longing?
Longing, longing, longings!
Experiences that are lost in time become nostalgia,
feelings turn into longing and it hurts.
It hurts, and it makes me feel longing, longing, longing.
Longing for eyes that my eyes no longer see,
longing for the smiles that once made me smile,
longing for the arms that no longer reach me,
longing for the caresses that, from afar, do not caress me.
What would the distance speak to me about if not longing?
Longing for the time and the winds,
missing the rains,
missing your scent,
longing, longing.
What would distance speak to me about if not longing?
Longing for what I lived with you,
missing what I didn't live,
longing for the daydreams I experienced,
longing, longing.
What would the distance talk to me about if not longing?
Longing for the loves that I lived,
missing the loves that I lost.
Missing those who left me,
longing for everything I didn't get to live.
What would the distance speak to me about if not about Longing?
Longing, longing, longings!
Experiences that are lost in time become nostalgia,
feelings turn into longing and it hurts.
It hurts, and it makes me feel longing, longing, longing.
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