acabei de ouvir esta música na série boston public. não, eu nunca dancei com meu pai, ao que me lembre. ele não gostava de dançar. e, apesar da dor expressa na música ser minha velha conhecida, eu já passei dessa fase, eu não sinto mais que ele está longe e nem o peso dos "nunca mais".
agora eu compreendo aquela frase que diz que morrer é só deixar de ser visto, a morte é a curva na estrada. sinto falta, sinto saudade, mas eu sei que ele estará sempre perto de mim se eu escolher. e é isso que eu quero.
você aí, me lendo. eu não vejo seu rosto, não sei seu nome. mas você chegou até mim. que dirá meu pai, com tudo que nos uniu e nos une? e o que importa se, no fim das contas, ele estiver só dormindo, ainda, ou se já habitar um novo corpo, um novo nome? o amor que eu sinto vai continuar. como aquelas estrelas que ainda brilham milhões de anos depois de terem morrido.
Dance with My Father
Luther Vandross
Back when I was a child -
Before life removed all the innocence,
My father would lift me high,
And dance with my mother and me,
Then spin me around 'til I fell asleep.
Then up the stairs he would carry me,
And I knew for sure I was loved.
If I could get another chance...
Another walk...
Another dance with him,
I'd play a song that would never ever end,
'Cuz I'd love to dance with my father again.
When I and my mother would disagree,
To get my way I would run from her to him.
He'd make me laugh just to comfort me,
Then finally make me do just what my mama said.
Later that night when I was asleep
He left a dollar underneath my sheet.
Never dreamed that he would be gone from me.
If I could steal one final glance...
One final step...
One final dance with him,
I'd play a song that would never ever end.
How I'd love to dance with my father again.
Sometimes I'd listen outside her door,
And I'd hear my mama cry for him.
I prayed for her even more than he...
I prayed for her even more than me.
I know I'm praying for much too much,
But could you send back the only man she loved?
I know you dont do it usually,
But dear Lord she's dying
To dance with my father again.
Every night I fall asleep,
And this is all I ever dream.
agora eu compreendo aquela frase que diz que morrer é só deixar de ser visto, a morte é a curva na estrada. sinto falta, sinto saudade, mas eu sei que ele estará sempre perto de mim se eu escolher. e é isso que eu quero.
você aí, me lendo. eu não vejo seu rosto, não sei seu nome. mas você chegou até mim. que dirá meu pai, com tudo que nos uniu e nos une? e o que importa se, no fim das contas, ele estiver só dormindo, ainda, ou se já habitar um novo corpo, um novo nome? o amor que eu sinto vai continuar. como aquelas estrelas que ainda brilham milhões de anos depois de terem morrido.
Dance with My Father
Luther Vandross
Back when I was a child -
Before life removed all the innocence,
My father would lift me high,
And dance with my mother and me,
Then spin me around 'til I fell asleep.
Then up the stairs he would carry me,
And I knew for sure I was loved.
If I could get another chance...
Another walk...
Another dance with him,
I'd play a song that would never ever end,
'Cuz I'd love to dance with my father again.
When I and my mother would disagree,
To get my way I would run from her to him.
He'd make me laugh just to comfort me,
Then finally make me do just what my mama said.
Later that night when I was asleep
He left a dollar underneath my sheet.
Never dreamed that he would be gone from me.
If I could steal one final glance...
One final step...
One final dance with him,
I'd play a song that would never ever end.
How I'd love to dance with my father again.
Sometimes I'd listen outside her door,
And I'd hear my mama cry for him.
I prayed for her even more than he...
I prayed for her even more than me.
I know I'm praying for much too much,
But could you send back the only man she loved?
I know you dont do it usually,
But dear Lord she's dying
To dance with my father again.
Every night I fall asleep,
And this is all I ever dream.
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