Текст и перевод песни Vanessa da Mata - Vermelho / Natural Mystic - Ao Vivo

Vermelho / Natural Mystic - Ao Vivo

Gostar de ver você sorrir
Gastar das horas pra te ver dormir
Enquanto o mundo roda em vão
Eu tomo o tempo
O velho gasta solidão
Em meio aos pombos na Praça da Sé
O pôr do Sol invade o chão do apartamento
Vermelhos são seus beijos
Que meigos são seus olhos
Ver que tudo pode retroceder
Que aquele velho pode ser eu
No fundo da alma há solidão
E um frio que suplica um aconchego
Vermelhos são seus beijos
Quase que me queimam
Que meigo são seus olhos
Lânguida face
Seus beijos são vermelhos
Quase que me queimam
Que meigos são seus olhos
Lânguida face
Ver que tudo pode retroceder
Que aquele velho pode ser eu
No fundo da alma há solidão
E um frio que suplica um aconchego
Vermelhos são seus beijos
Quase que me queimam
Que meigos são seus olhos
Lânguida face
Seus beijos são vermelhos
Quase que me queimam
Que meigos são seus olhos
Lânguida face
Lânguida face...
There's a natural mystic
Blowing through the air
If you listen carefully now you will hear
This could be the first trumpet
Might as well be the last
Many more will have to suffer
Many more will have to die
Don't ask me why
Things are not the way they used to be
I won't tell no lie
One and all got to face reality now
Though I try to find the answer
To all the questions they ask
Though I know it's impossible
To go living through the past
Don't tell no lie
There's a natural mystic
Blowing through the air
Can't keep them down
If you listen carefully now you will hear

Red / Natural Mystic - Live

I love to see you smile
Spend hours watching you sleep
While the world spins in vain
I take the time
The old man spends his loneliness
Among the pigeons in Praça da Sé
The sunset invades the apartment floor
Your kisses are red
How gentle are your eyes
Seeing that everything can go back
That that old man could be me
In the depths of the soul there is loneliness
And a cold that begs for comfort
Your kisses are red
They almost burn me
How gentle are your eyes
Languid face
Your kisses are red
They almost burn me
How gentle are your eyes
Languid face
Seeing that everything can go back
That that old man could be me
In the depths of the soul there is loneliness
And a cold that begs for comfort
Your kisses are red
They almost burn me
How gentle are your eyes
Languid face
Your kisses are red
They almost burn me
How gentle are your eyes
Languid face
Languid face...
There's a natural mystic
Blowing through the air
If you listen carefully now you will hear
This could be the first trumpet
Might as well be the last
Many more will have to suffer
Many more will have to die
Don't ask me why
Things are not the way they used to be
I won't tell no lie
One and all got to face reality now
Though I try to find the answer
To all the questions they ask
Though I know it's impossible
To go living through the past
Don't tell no lie
There's a natural mystic
Blowing through the air
Can't keep them down
If you listen carefully now you will hear