quinta-feira, 31 de dezembro de 2009

Our diaries


Our diaries - música: Miguel Fernandes / letra: João Moita

versão rudimentar


[Fathers] - Our diaries are filled with restraints
(And) one saying that caught us with pains
For our daughters are coming with sneers
Hiding their hands on their backs

[Daughters] - For we are shameless
We are caressing death
Our spines are warping
But we’re in control
Despite the anger
It’s where we find some rest
For the tension
Is where we feel at home
Our veins are warrens
We invite you in
If you discover monks
(Our) blood turns so sacred

[Fathers] - One day we inscribe peace of mind
One day you inspire some beauty on us
For all that we felt we hid on a shell
Our diaries are aching from lack of desire
The hollow in this drew stains on the wall
It’s how we found out what’s left to transpire
Our damage is so deep we can hardly stand
But one day you’ll help us to know we exist

[Daughters] - Hey / We are here just in case
You despise and regret your wrecked fate
You can put our hands on your shoulders
While we dance and purge your grieve

[Fathers] - Our diaries are filled with restraints
(And) one saying that caught us with pains
For our daughters are coming with sneers
Hiding their hands on their backs

One day we inscribe peace of mind
One day you inspire some beauty on us
For all that we felt we hid on a shell
Our diaries are aching from lack of desire
The hollow in this drew stains on the wall
It’s how we found out what’s left to transpire
Our damage is so deep we can hardly stand
But one day you’ll help us to know we exist



www.myspace.com/thedaughtersoflot

Não tarda a noite sobre o vale. As montanhas aconchegam-se já à sombra ténue. As vias afadigam-se no sem destino de ligarem parte alguma a lugar nenhum. Um caminheiro é ainda o fim de um traçado ao fim do dia. Cedo, toda a extensão se cobrirá de neve. Uma superfície para a desolação. Depois, virá o fogo. Em baixo, a ribeira canta exangue, amando a tristeza do seu curso lento. Um novo dia depois.

terça-feira, 29 de dezembro de 2009

(Perspectiva de um dos quartos do Sanatório da Serra da Estrela)


Ainda que mo lembres, posso amar as tuas paredes sujas.
Todas as manhãs, o eremita ia à ermida com o seu machado. Mal o sol se erguia, abandonava a esteira, contava o rebanho e punha-se a caminho. O trilho seguia pela margem da ribeira. Ele mal se segurava, dobrado ao peso do machado. Quando chegava, nunca se benzia. Ao bater na pedra, a estrutura abanava. No alto, a cruz quase cedia. Não gemia ao sentir as lascas que se desprendiam do trabalho cravarem-se-lhe na pele. Rezava. Depois descia, levava o rebanho a pastar.

sábado, 26 de dezembro de 2009

Dar a exacta medida do que se perde.

sexta-feira, 4 de dezembro de 2009

Circus of Plunder


Circus of Plunder - música: Miguel Fernandes / letra: João Moita


versão rudimentar

Do you think you had enough?
We have more to give you
Think you need some rest
Oh hell, forget it
Our cages are unfamiliar
Our words are unreliable

Take it down
We make sense with our delusions
If you can feel this / hey kid / then we’re real
But we can show you more

Behind the covers the bodies lay so cold
Inside the minds our hands are so divine
Clipping your wings / Our will is so suspicious

You can have it all as long as we can
Offer you more than you’ll ever take

Do you think you had enough?
We have more to give you
Think you need some rest
Oh hell, forget it
Our cages are unfamiliar
Our words are unreliable


www.myspace.com/thedaughtersoflot

terça-feira, 1 de dezembro de 2009

Masquerade


Masquerade - música: J. Moita; Miguel Fernandes / letra: J. Moita

versão rudimentar
Our lives are full of regrets
Unless we forget
Adrift among the wickedness
For whom we fell
We steal the beauty out of this
And what it suggests
We are living in the blame
Guess who we met

We are bashing on the bliss
And who we miss
We are building our own hell
For someone else
Welcome to our field of forces
No direction home
What hides behind our effrontery
We will never show

We hide the masks
We undress the cloaks
And yet
The shades won’t let us grow
And then you’ll know
The claws / The roar
As you approach
Disintegration bites on

Guess who we met
In this masquerade
We recognize your traces
When your heart is full of regrets

We are licking wounds
We invoke the needles
We are sinking further down
We are blaspheming
We are carrying the weight of despair
We fill the emptiness

Our lives are full of regrets
Let us forget
Adrift among the wickedness
Let us fall for you
We steal the beauty out of this
It’s in your eyes
We are living in the blame
Please take us home