acho que isso é um velho jazz que alguém me cantou.
I didn't know why the day was calling me to walk away.
I looked up, maybe thinking that it was a little like may when it's blue.
My first walk around the city, making my own Bloom's day.
Like the last time.
Our own odyssey.
My beer was your champagne
we both drunk in a work day
wishing to drink the see.
I swear I forgot
it was 3rd July.
My legs may have missed the old stones
my ears the nonsense jokes.
But it wasn't a sunny day, isn't?
cause my umbrella is blue inside and I guess I am under a summer sky.
o que olvido me tortura