Sailor and Widow
He was a sailor
A sailor at sea and a sailor of love
And he thought he could save her
Save her from innocence up and above
'cause he never knew freedom and under the duvet
He stayed for a lifetime without any government
Help or assistance
She was a widow
She never left home before seven a.m.
And she looked by the window
She managed to cry but she never felt blame
For the death of her husband who died in a flame by the house of the river
Although he remained
In a reasonable distance
All the children played around the neighborhood
All the children played around the neighborhood
The children she liked to invent for the life they were living was openly bent
All they had was each other
He brought her flowers
A flesh in the pan as she didn't reply
And he waited for hours
Until she accepted to offer a smile
And a terrible whiskey she had for a while
That she'd sip every morning for breakfast and sigh
Since the month of December
They used to tango
Jump and parade until midnight or more
She convinced him to Fargo
Drink lemonade with some awkward liquor
The she kissed him goodbye and attended the shore
Where she lit a big fire like never before
By the house of the river
All the children played around the neighborhood
All the children played around the neighborhood
The children she liked to invent for the life they were living was openly bent
All they had was each other
She was a widow, again
She never left home before seven a.m.
And she looked by the window
She managed to cry but she never felt blame
For the death of her husband who died in a flame by the house of the river
Although he remained
In a reasonable distance
All the children played around the neighborhood
All the children played around the neighborhood
The children she liked to invent for the life they were living was openly bent
All she had was herself
Marinheiro e Viúva
Ele era um marinheiro
Um marinheiro no mar e um marinheiro do amor
E ele achava que podia salvá-la
Salvá-la da inocência lá em cima
Porque ele nunca conheceu a liberdade e debaixo do cobertor
Ele ficou por uma vida inteira sem governo
Ajuda ou assistência
Ela era uma viúva
Nunca saía de casa antes das sete da manhã
E olhava pela janela
Conseguia chorar, mas nunca se sentiu culpada
Pela morte do marido que morreu em chamas perto da casa do rio
Embora ele permanecesse
A uma distância razoável
Todas as crianças brincavam pelo bairro
Todas as crianças brincavam pelo bairro
As crianças que ela gostava de inventar, pois a vida que levavam era claramente torta
Tudo que tinham era um ao outro
Ele trouxe flores para ela
Um corpo na frigideira, já que ela não respondeu
E ele esperou por horas
Até que ela aceitasse oferecer um sorriso
E um uísque terrível que ela teve por um tempo
Que ela tomava toda manhã no café da manhã e suspirava
Desde o mês de dezembro
Eles costumavam dançar tango
Pular e desfilar até a meia-noite ou mais
Ela o convenceu a ir para Fargo
Beber limonada com alguma bebida estranha
Então ela o beijou de despedida e foi até a beira
Onde acendeu uma grande fogueira como nunca antes
Perto da casa do rio
Todas as crianças brincavam pelo bairro
Todas as crianças brincavam pelo bairro
As crianças que ela gostava de inventar, pois a vida que levavam era claramente torta
Tudo que tinham era um ao outro
Ela era uma viúva, de novo
Nunca saía de casa antes das sete da manhã
E olhava pela janela
Conseguia chorar, mas nunca se sentiu culpada
Pela morte do marido que morreu em chamas perto da casa do rio
Embora ele permanecesse
A uma distância razoável
Todas as crianças brincavam pelo bairro
Todas as crianças brincavam pelo bairro
As crianças que ela gostava de inventar, pois a vida que levavam era claramente torta
Tudo que ela tinha era ela mesma