Bizzare triangle of love

Every time I think of you
I get a shot right through in to a bolt of blue
It's no problem of mine but it's a problem I find
Living a life that I can't leave behind
There's no sense in telling me
The wisdom of a fool won't set you free
But that's the way that it goes
And it's what nobody knows
And every day my confusion grows

Every time I see you falling
I get down on my knees and pray
I'm waiting for that final moment
You'll say the words that I can't say

I feel fine and I feel good
I feel like I never should
Whenever I get this way, I just don't know what to say
Why can't we be ourselves like we were yesterday
I'm not sure what this could mean
I don't think you're what you seem
I do admit to myself
That if I hurt someone else
Then I'll never see just what we're meant to be

Every time I see you falling
I get down on my knees and pray
I'm waiting for that final moment
You'll say the words that I can't say

Olhos azuis não deveriam chorar

Olhos azuis não deveriam chorar
Olhos azuis não deveriam existir
Quando vermelhos, a tristeza no fundo
É um pedaço do céu que se perde no mundo
Pecado insano
Ato completamente desumano
A dor no fundo de ser o motivo
De conseguir silenciar o sorriso
Apagar a luz que insiste em iluminar
Olhos azuis não deveriam chorar
Antes sufocasse ou aceitasse
Fugisse, escondesse, mentisse
Antes bebesse e tudo acabava
Olhar no que é tão lindo
De cores tão perfeitamente colocadas
Escolhidas com cuidado, com calma, carinho
Uma obra inacabada
A busca pelo ideal
O poema perfeito, em um tom genial
A exata melodia que enche o ar
Mas estupido, estupido rancor
Olhos azuis não deveriam chorar
Ultrapassa razão
O limite da linha, da longa linha
Um corte, profundo
Uma fotografia marcada, estampada, selada
Sobreposta a visão do mundo
No fundo
Pra sempre e sempre será
A dura verdade
Aceitar a realidade
Conviver em busca de perdão
De ninguém e nem outra pessoa
A não ser o próprio coração
E entender
Que olhos azuis, não deveriam chorar
Na verdade
Não deveriam nem existir

Hino a nossa equipe de Beerfest

Cerveja, Cerveja
Um caneco de cerveja

Em homeagem a essa dádiva
Um time se criou
Nascemos para beber
Bebemos para jogar
E também para comemorar
Bebemos para treinar
E quando vamos descansar

Cerveja, cerveja
Dois canecos de cerveja

Sempre valente e combatente, nunca vão nos derrubar
Quem faz parte desse time, não pode se entregar
Bebendo até o fim, até a vitória chegar
Com os louros de conseguir
O outro superar
Mas com a honra das glórias no final vamos brindar
Sempre amigos na cerveja, inimigos na disputa
Em cada bravo gole, sentindo no coração
A força das cores
Que fazem um campeão

Cerveja, cerveja
Três canecos de cerveja

Os bravos lutadores
Que tudo começaram
Sempre vamos honrar
Klaus Raustpuff, criador e visionario
Nosso mestre por histórias
Misturadas com a do mundo
Um brinde ao gênio
Que não parava de beber
Nem por um segundo

Cerveja, cerveja
Quatro canecos de cerveja

Que todos admirem e respeitem nosso caneco
Não bebemos por beber
Não se bebe por beber
A cerveja é unica, seguimos nossos mandamentos
De sempre lutar até o fim com
Ética
Honra
Prazer
Dedicação
E sempre
Beber com o coração
Nunca se entregando
Frente a frente em uma mesa
Unidos com o mesmo objetivo
O unico pensamento
De sair
Sempre
Eternamente
E orgulhosamente

Bebado

Cerveja, cerveja
Cinco canecos de cerveja

Après la pluie, le beau temps...

Picture of my life

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vqw6NDF5E-8&feature=related

I never had a dream that I could follow through

Only tears left to stain, dry my eyes once again

I don't know who I am, or what I'm gonna do

Been so long I've been hopelessly confused

This can never really end, its infinitely sad

Can someone tell me when

Something good became so bad

So if you have a cure

To me would you please send

A picture of my life

With a letter telling howit should really be instead

The precipice is there

But will I ever dare

Throw myself in the sky, so at last I can die

See I've become a man

Who holds nothing too dear

Who will mind if I just disappear

This can never really end, it's infinitely sad

Can someone tell me when

Something good became so bad

So if you have a cure

To me would you please send

A picture of my lifeWith a letter telling howit should really be instead

Nothing like shutting up and letting the music play

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Qn3tel9FWU

Peace With Inches Speech - Al Pacino

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9rFx6OFooCs

I dont know what to say,really...3 minutes...to the biggest battle of our professional lives...all comes down to today...Either, we heal, as a team, or we're gonna crumble...inch by inch, play by play...to we're finished, we're in hell right now, gentlemen...believe me...and...we can stay here, get the shit kicked out of us...or... we can fight our way back...into the light...we can climb outta hell...one inch at a time...now, i cant do it for you...im too old...i look around, i see this young faces,and i think...i mean,i've made every wrong choice a middle-aged man can make...I...eh...I pissed away all my money, believe it or not...i chased off anyone's who's ever loved me...and lately,I cant even stand the face I see in the mirror...you know, when you get old in life,things get taken from you...well thats....thats part of life...but, you only learn that,when you start losing stuff...you find out, life's a game of inches...so is football...because, in either game,life or fottball,the margin for error is so small, i mean, one half a step too late, or too early, and you dont quite make it, one half second too slow, too fast, you dont quite catch it, the inches we need are everywhere around us... they're in every break of the game, every minute, every second....on this team, we fight for that inch... on this team, we tear ourselves and everyone else around us, to pieces for that inch...we claw with our fingernails for that inch...because we know,when we head up all those inches,thats gonna make the fucking difference, between winning and losing!Between living and dying!! I'll tell you this: in any fight, its the guy who's willing to die,who's gonna win that inch...and I know, if im gonna have any life anymore...Its because I'm still willing to fight and die for that inch...because, thats what living is! The six inches in front of your face...!! now, i cant make you do it, you gotta look at the guy next to you, look into his eyes!now, i think you're gonna see a guy, who will go that inch with you...You're gonna see a guy, who will sacrifice himself, for this team, because he knows, when it comes down to it, you're gonna do the same for him... Thats a team, gentlemen...and, either we heal,NOW, as a team, or we will die...as individuals...thats football, guys...thats all it is...now, what are you gonna do?