By Tati Reuter - agosto 18, 2008

... depois de um dia de sol e maresia, me peguei ouvindo as músicas. Domingo ordinário com outros tons.


If you didn't care what happened to me,
And I didn't care for you,
We would zig zag our way through the boredom and pain,
Occasionally glancing up through the rain,
Wondering which of the buggers to blame
And watching for pigs on the wing.


You know that I care what happens to you,
And I know that you care for me too,
So I don't feel alone,
Or the weight of the stone,
Now that I've found somewhere safe
To bury my bone.
And any fool knows a dog needs a home,
A shelter from pigs on the wing.

Pigs on the Wing (I e II)
Pink Floyd.

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