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Shooting Star

He was crazy of course
From the first she must have known it
But still she went on with him
And she never once had shown it
And she took him off the streets
And she dried his tears of grievin'g
She listened to his visions
She believed in his believin'

Ah, he was the sun burning bright and brittle
And she was the moon shining back his light a little
He was a shooting star
She was softer and more slowly
He could not make things possible
But, she could make them holy, holy...

He was dancin' to some music
No one else had ever heard
He'd speak in unknown languages
She'd translate every word
And when the world was laughing
At his castles in the sky
She'd hold him in her body
And he once again would fly

Ah, he was the sun burning bright and brittle
And she was the moon shining back his light a little
He was a shooting star
She was softer and more slowly
He could not make things possible
But, she could make them holy, holy...

But she gave him a daughter
And she gave him a son
She was a mother, and a wife,
And a lover when the day was done
Well, he was too far gone for giving love
What he'd offer in it's stead
Was the knowledge she was the only thing
That was not in his head

He took off east one morning
In the rising sun's red glow
She knew he was going nowhere
But of course she let him go
As she stood and watched him dwindle
Much too empty to be sad
He reappeared beside her and said,
You're all I've ever had

Ah, he was the sun burning bright and brittle
And she was the moon shining back his light a little
He was a shooting star
She was softer and more slowly
He could not make things possible
But, she could make them holy
Ah, he was the sun burning bright and brittle
And she was the moon shining back his light a little
He was a shooting star
She was softer and more slowly
He could not make things possible
But, she could make them holy
Holy...

Estrela Cadente

Ele era louco, claro
Desde o começo ela já devia saber
Mas mesmo assim, seguiu com ele
E nunca mostrou que se importava
Ela o tirou das ruas
E enxugou suas lágrimas de dor
Ela ouviu suas visões
Ela acreditou em seu acreditar

Ah, ele era o sol queimando forte e frágil
E ela era a lua refletindo um pouco de sua luz
Ele era uma estrela cadente
Ela era mais suave e mais lenta
Ele não conseguia tornar as coisas possíveis
Mas ela podia torná-las sagradas, sagradas...

Ele dançava ao som de uma música
Que ninguém mais já ouviu
Ele falava em línguas desconhecidas
Ela traduzia cada palavra
E quando o mundo ria
De seus castelos no céu
Ela o segurava em seu corpo
E ele voava novamente

Ah, ele era o sol queimando forte e frágil
E ela era a lua refletindo um pouco de sua luz
Ele era uma estrela cadente
Ela era mais suave e mais lenta
Ele não conseguia tornar as coisas possíveis
Mas ela podia torná-las sagradas, sagradas...

Mas ela deu a ele uma filha
E deu a ele um filho
Ela era mãe, e esposa,
E amante quando o dia acabava
Bem, ele estava longe demais para dar amor
O que ele oferecia em seu lugar
Era o conhecimento de que ela era a única coisa
Que não estava em sua cabeça

Ele partiu para o leste uma manhã
Na luz vermelha do sol nascente
Ela sabia que ele não ia a lugar nenhum
Mas, claro, deixou ele ir
Enquanto ela ficava e o via sumir
Muito vazia para ficar triste
Ele reapareceu ao seu lado e disse,
Você é tudo que eu já tive

Ah, ele era o sol queimando forte e frágil
E ela era a lua refletindo um pouco de sua luz
Ele era uma estrela cadente
Ela era mais suave e mais lenta
Ele não conseguia tornar as coisas possíveis
Mas ela podia torná-las sagradas
Ah, ele era o sol queimando forte e frágil
E ela era a lua refletindo um pouco de sua luz
Ele era uma estrela cadente
Ela era mais suave e mais lenta
Ele não conseguia tornar as coisas possíveis
Mas ela podia torná-las sagradas
Sagradas...

Composição: Túlio Mourão