Fardo

     O homem passou na rua. Eu o vi. O homem que carregava um saco preto, cheio de angústias, calçava botas de solidão, vestia uma calça rasgada pelas fraquezas, tinha os joelhos tortos de medo, era tão parecido comigo que eu me vi na sua figura. E se alguém visse, ressaltaria a diferença. Mas, não. Eu me vi no homem, e quem dirá que não?

Take me out tonight!

Take me out tonight

Where there's music and there's people

Who are young and alive

Driving in your car

I never never want to go home

Because I haven't got one

Anymore

Take me out tonight

Because I want to see people

And I want to see lights

Driving in your car

Oh please don't drop me home

Because it's not my home

It's their home

And I'm welcome no more

And if a double-decker bus

Crashes into us

To die by your side

Such a heavenly way to die

And if a ten-ton truck

Kills the both of us

To die by your side

Well, the pleasure and the privilege is mine

Take me out tonight

Oh take me anywhere

I don't care, I don't care, I don't care

And in the darkened underpass

I thought "Oh God, my chance has come at last"

But then a strange fear gripped me

And I just couldn't ask

Take me out tonight

Take me anywhere

I don't care, I don't care, I don't care

Just driving in your car

I never never want to go home

Because I haven't got one

Oh, I haven't got one

There is a light that never goes out - The Smiths