Memories

Memories

Memories

I feel lack of you
of our kisses
I remember as much thing
that I feel homesicknesses
things that never
they will come back toward me
my mother, my father
my dog, of the school
of the nights tipsy
with the friends without route

now alive only with the memories
of the past they come to haunt me
things that never I forgot now
they are here live in my memories

I do not repent myself for nothing
I feel that if she could
she would live more, if I
she knew that she thus went to be
I would have played more
he would go to settle more
he would full the face very
he would always smoke marijuana
he would not have fear you are welcome
he would not think about the future

now alive only with the memories
of the past they come to haunt me
things that never esqueçi now
they are here live in my memories

my memories
my memories
my memories
my memories
my memories