transição/reconstrução/reflexão/tristeza

Venha...
Meu coração está com pressa
Quando a esperança está dispersa
Só a Verdade me liberta
Chega de maldade e ilusão
Venha...
O amor tem sempre a porta aberta
E vem chegando a primavera
Nosso futuro recomeça
Venha, que o que vem é Perfeição...

where was I?...

Now at last
Feist

Now at last I know
What a fool I've been,
For have lost the last love
I should ever win.

Now at last I see
How my heart was blind,
To the joys before me
That I left behind.

When the wind was fresh on the hills,
And the stars were new in the sky,
And the lark was held in the still...
Where was I?
Where was I?

When the spring is cold,
Where do robins go,
What makes winter lonely?
Now at last I know...

When the wind was fresh on the hills,
And the stars were new in the sky,
And the lark was held in the still...
Where was I?
Where was I?

When the spring is cold,
Where do robins go,
What makes winter lonely?
Now at last I know...

Let me introduce you to a brand new dance!

Eu sei, só postei um vídeo, mas a dança do salmão é bizarra o suficiente ao ponto de valer um post só para isso.