There is one things on my to do list that I find impossibly hard to do.
The day is slowly running out.
I am waiting, active or not, time is passing
A shiver comes every once in a while, from cold and nervousness
but Stan Getz plays on,
vivo sonhando, sonhando
mil horas sem fim,
tempo em que vou preguntando
se gostas de mim.
he doesn’t notice the butterflies.
