cinza é tudo que vejo,
cinza foi tudo o que vi
cinza é tudo que me lembro
e o frio, e a garoa,
os pingos salgados
penetrando no jeans.
cinza é a cor da minha
vida
(gray is all I see,
gray was all I saw
gray is all I remember
and the cold, and the rain,
the salted drops
penetrating the jeans.
gray is the color of my
life)
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