Teco, teco, teco, teco, teco Na bola de gude era o meu viver Quando crianca no meio da garotada Com a sacola do lado so jogava p?ra valer Nao fazia roupa
Translation: Banda La Teco. La Ultima Copa.
Translation: Gal Costa. Teco Teco.
Translation: Tecos. Feathered.
Translation: Tecos. Himno Tecos.
: Teco, teco, teco, teco, teco Na bola de gude era o meu viver Quando crianca no meio da garotada Com a sacola do lado So jogava p?ra valer Nao fazia
Teco, teco, teco, teco, teco Na bola de gude era o meu viver Quando crianca no meio da garotada Com a sacola do lado So jogava p?ra valer Nao fazia
I?ve fallen down with you The burn and sting cuts through Its all I want to do and not at all I?m constantly stuck behind your sinister mastermind Stop
The spiders are spinning their webs And I don't know when they will stop killing It's all in your head If we cannot walk, if we cannot run Then the spiders
Wake up, I must wake up The sun has embraced my skin And pierced through these sheets To burn up my eyes I?ll get up or else I?ll give in Shut up, I
We carry on what we own We think so much, we leave it at home Lose the salt, slipping fast Can?t forget what we are made of So you say what we want to
We live in a world with our broken veins We live in a room with our dying names We are not the same, no we?re not the same Believing in everything that
I can?t break this line I can?t seem to find One at a time, we fall into line To follow the signs, if only divine Where everything rhymes and fits with
Has the poet lost his way Halfway between the blackouts and Bible verses Seeing life through a rose colored lense Forgetting why He ever started And
Tell me what happens when She looks in your eyes Your innocence Its lost in the goodbye I know I said I?m sorry for that I know I said I?m sorry for
I lay down all I hold in vain I?ll run, I?ll run I can?t teach what I don?t know I?m done, I?m done All I thought is vanished and gone I?ll run, I?ll
Will we all find sleep if we lose it all for nothing Give us logic we can eat Or we?ll go hungry listening Where will you find me When I found nothing
Oh who am I, this breath of fading mist Where do I stand on this speck of heaven?s dust Suspended on a sunbeam Where no one?s really listening Suspended
