Sinto Saudades...

Sinto saudades das tardes a jogar a bola...
Sinto saudades de andar de bicicleta sem rumo nenhum...
Sinto saudades de correr atrás do autocarro, porque simplesmente a cama estava a saber bem...
Sinto saudades de estar com os amigos a discutir algo sem importância ou significado...
Sinto saudades de umas boas ferias...
Sinto saudades do mar...
Sinto saudades de viajar de autocarro para Londres...
Sinto saudades de Londres...
Sinto saudades de pessoas que já faleceram...
Sinto saudades de pessoas que partiram...
Sinto saudades de conhecer pessoas que não nós julgam pelo que parecemos, mas sim pelo que somos...
Sinto saudades daquele nervoso do primeiro dia de aulas...
Sinto saudades daqueles tempos em que não se conhecia ninguém, mas passado 2 minutos já falávamos com alguém como nós conhecemos desde sempre...
Sinto saudades de simplesmente não ter que pensar o que tenho que fazer amanhã...
Sinto saudades de simplesmente pegar no carro e ir...
Sinto saudades...

Hoje simplesmente sinto saudades de tudo e de todos que passaram pela minha vida...

I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sweep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own
I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing:
"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"
One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of sand, pillars of sand

I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can not explain
Once you know there was never, never an honest word
That was when I ruled the world
(Ohhh)

It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in.
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People could not believe what I'd become
Revolutionaries Wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king?

I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can not explain
I know Saint Peter will call my name
Never an honest word
And that was when I ruled the world
(Ohhhhh Ohhh Ohhh)

Hear Jerusalem bells are ringings
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can not explain
I know Saint Peter will call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
Oooooh Oooooh Oooooh"