O som da manha
Ao bailar do sino
Em um toque já me despertei
Abrindo lentamente os olhos
Dos meus sonhos profundos
Viajei livremente
Apenas dentro da minha mente
Em um voo sem fim
Fui buscar o horizonte
E descobri um mar belo
Sentado na areia
Com a suave visão de um homem belo
Cantando alegremente seu coração pulava
E ali então meu sonho estava
Mas o sino teve de bater
Acordei assustado
Seis horas da manha
Lembro-me de um loiro encantado.
Autor: Lawliet Lestrange
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The sound of morning
When the bell dance
In a ringing woke me now
Opening his eyes slowly
From my deep dreams
I traveled freely
Only in my mind
In an endless flight
Went for the horizon
And I discovered a sea beautiful
Sitting in the sand
With the gentle vision of a beautiful man
Singing her heart leaped joyfully
And then there was my dream
But the bell had to beat
I woke up scared
Six o'clock in the morning
I remember a charming blonde.
When the bell dance
In a ringing woke me now
Opening his eyes slowly
From my deep dreams
I traveled freely
Only in my mind
In an endless flight
Went for the horizon
And I discovered a sea beautiful
Sitting in the sand
With the gentle vision of a beautiful man
Singing her heart leaped joyfully
And then there was my dream
But the bell had to beat
I woke up scared
Six o'clock in the morning
I remember a charming blonde.
Writer: Lawliet Lestrange
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