You're my type!

Don't leave me now

Because the sleep is here

The night is young

And you're my type

Don't just leave me now

Laying in my bed, with nothing on

Covered in your sweat

You're just my type

I thought it was your kiss

Baby, don't be sad

Yes, you have to leave

But you will be back

Don't leave me here

Without you near

So sound asleep

Snoring deep

Oh, baby, now

It is the time

To get unmarried

To break our vows

Be back for me

This time to stay

Chicago ain't near

I need you, babe.

Freedom

I became jaded
For all the love and matters of the heart
My soul then became cold
My heart was ripped apart.
My body was confined
Where I was, I found freedom
And there I found no pain.
To love is for the silly
Not sound of mind
The ones who see the future
Or believe in a god hidden in the sky.
From my past loves I learned this:
The scratches and bruises that life will give
Make sure that it bleeds.

The void I feel

What to do about all this stuff?
 What to do? What to do?
 Inside my house there is a room
 Empty and full, it is empty and full

 My body and soul, house and sword,
 It is all for you, all for you
 But secrecy and a hidden place
 Is what we do, all we could

 My lust and touch is dirty and pure
 Oh so pure, putrid and pure
 And then your eyes keep crossing mine
 Oh so sure! I feel so sure!

 But it is not doubt or vexing thoughts
 What keeps you away for hours
 Is just as many before you knew:
 Too much trouble, not enough thrill

 That is my sin, it is how I feel
 The void won't fill, it never will

Ócio das horas e o acaso da Bossa

Sou dado ao ócio e ao desperdicio de tempo
Tudo o que faço nunca estará inteiro
Se a morte vier, atrasarei o enterro
Se o sono não vem, me viro do avesso.

As horas no emprego são como um soterro
Um sufoco, uma dor, um tempo bem lento
Escorro e me afogo na cadeira em que sento
Ficaria em casa, não fosse o dinheiro

Sou dado a preguiça e as caricias do beijo
Acordo bem tarde e a cama não deixo
Me agarro ao lençol e abraço o travesseiro

Mas há um só tempo que de energia me encho
sexta à noite, quando caio na fossa
Sou dado aos bons drinks e ao acaso da bossa.