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Encore - Ao Vivo

Hajam ombros p′ra chorar os desencontros
Hajam escombros p'ra erguer nos reencontros
Hajam tantos, hajam poucos, hajam nós e fios soltos
Mas que nada nada fique por viver
Hajam prantos, gritos, roucos
Hajam tantos, hajam poucos
Hajam nós e fios soltos a faísca, o fumo, o fugo
Mas que a cama nunca fique a arrefecer

Eles acham que eu tenho tudo sempre resolvido
E raramente me perguntam se preciso de um amigo
Meu, eu tou num turbilhão
Minha cabeça corre
Eu tenho o coração no dele
Enquanto o resto morre

Eu sempre quis isto
Sempre, sempre disse isso
Sem ser pieguice, sem preguiça, eu preciso disto

Mas devia ter intuído pelo horóscopo
Entendido que a leveza implica muito músculo
Não nego, eu exagero, eu não quero mas discuto
Não tiro a mão do queixo e queixo-me disto tudo

Não há culpa, sou adulta
O mundo arde, eu estou diferente
Essa disputa, meu desculpa
Mas morre no frente a frente

Hajam santos p′ra varrer algum conforto
Hajam barcos a sair do cais do Porto
Hajam sábios, livros, doutos
Hajam lábios livres, loucos
Mas que nada nada fique por dizer
Hajam prantos, gritos, roucos
Hajam tantos, hajam poucos
Hajam lábios livres loucos a faísca, o fumo, o fugo
Mas que a cama nunca fique a arrefecer

Eles acham que eu tenho tudo sempre organizado
E raramente me perguntam pelo presente, pelo passado
Meu, eu tou na matrescência
A consciência expande
Eu tenho o coração na luta
E a labuta é grande

É preciso tempo e espaço
Viver noutro compasso
É preciso olhar para o espelho, para conhecer os traços

Êxtase e liberdade
Poder perder-me na cidade
E inventar um recomeço propenso a cada idade

Assim se queres falar comigo, fala baixinho
É que ainda estou no puzzle, a colar os meus caquinhos
E se queres dançar comigo, vem chega-te a mim
Põe aquele som do Chico p'ra beijar no fim

Hajam ombros p'ra chorar os desencontros
Haja escombros p′ra erguer nos reencontros
Hajam tantos, hajam poucos, hajam nós e fios soltos
Mas que nada nada fique por viver

Hajam santos p′ra pedir algum conforto
Hajam barcos a sair do cais do Porto
Hajam sábios, livros, doutos
Hajam lábios livres, loucos
Mas que nada nada fique por dizer

Hajam prantos, gritos, roucos
Hajam tantos, hajam poucos
Hajam nós e fios soltos a faísca, o fumo, o fugo
Mas que a cama nunca fique a arrefecer

Encore - Live

May there be shoulders to cry on for missed connections
May there be rubble to rebuild from in reunions
May there be many, may there be few, may there be knots and loose threads
But let nothing, nothing be left unlived
May there be tears, screams, hoarse voices
May there be many, may there be few
May there be knots and loose threads, the spark, the smoke, the escape
But let the bed never grow cold

They think I always have everything figured out
And they rarely ask if I need a friend
Man, I'm in a whirlwind
My head is racing
My heart is in it
While the rest is dying

I always wanted this
Always, always said so
Without being cheesy, without laziness, I need this

But I should have sensed it from the horoscope
Understood that lightness requires a lot of muscle
I don't deny it, I exaggerate, I don't want to but I argue
I don't take my hand off my chin and I complain about it all

There's no blame, I'm an adult
The world is burning, I'm different
That dispute, I'm sorry
But it dies face to face

May there be saints to sweep away some comfort
May there be boats leaving the Porto pier
May there be wise men, books, scholars
May there be free lips, crazy
But let nothing, nothing be left unsaid
May there be tears, screams, hoarse voices
May there be many, may there be few
May there be free lips, crazy, the spark, the smoke, the escape
But let the bed never grow cold

They think I always have everything organized
And they rarely ask me about the present, about the past
Man, I'm in matrescence
Consciousness expands
My heart is in the fight
And the toil is great

It takes time and space
Living in another rhythm
It's necessary to look in the mirror, to know the features

Ecstasy and freedom
To be able to lose myself in the city
And invent a new beginning prone to every age

So if you want to talk to me, speak softly
It's that I'm still in the puzzle, putting my pieces together
And if you want to dance with me, come closer
Put on that Chico song to kiss at the end

May there be shoulders to cry on for missed connections
May there be rubble to rebuild from in reunions
May there be many, may there be few, may there be knots and loose threads
But let nothing, nothing be left unlived

May there be saints to ask for some comfort
May there be boats leaving the Porto pier
May there be wise men, books, scholars
May there be free lips, crazy
But let nothing, nothing be left unsaid

May there be tears, screams, hoarse voices
May there be many, may there be few
May there be knots and loose threads, the spark, the smoke, the escape
But let the bed never grow cold