domingo, 19 de julho de 2015

Deep Throat II

A gente não dançou.
Tinha sangue para todo o lado,
por todo o seu vestido.
Eu tinha seus pelos
no fundo da garganta.
E a menina do Havaí pegava
nossas mãos. E o menino
da estrada
(do estrago)
nos atropelava.

Deep Throat I

I didn't save that waltz for ya.
Did we ever dance
slowly? There was blood
all around. I could feel
your body-hair
in my throat.
I can't swallow you;
not in that red clothes.
There was this girl from Hawaii,
there was the boy from the highway...
And there was blood
all around.
I couldn't tell who I hated more.
I couldn't tell who I really loved.
So I didn't save the waltz for anyone.