In baseball I was the first,
I beat my fist against my chest,
the best batter in town.
Game I played, game we won,
puddles, mud, rain and stones,
in my hand, a cap.
After in the pub, beer or wine,
lipstick traces, feeling fine,
remarks about that home-run.
I knew the cheeks of ev’ry girl,
had put my fingers on their pearls,
had made’em scream…
She stood still there, apart, she kept a tear between her hands.
Naïve glance and the smile that I will never comprehend.
I could have watched her for the rest of the night.
I could have danced ‘till they turned off the light.
Then I didn’t know I was so cruel, that I’d jump over all the clear efforts she does.
Her dress was white, her hair was gold,
church paving stones were really cold,
she approached the altar, slow.
As words were falling from my mouth
she saw the sparkle of a doubt
I woke up from the charm.
But I was in the dance, and in the dance you’ve got to dance.
The laughings and the violins began to lose their sense.
I said I’d love her for the rest of our lives.
I should protect her ‘till the end of our lives.
Somehow I had broken the rule, began to die though all the clear efforts she’d do.
Today I wear the clothes I wear,
I move my threads here and there,
a suitcase in my hand.
Some nights my lapels keep scents
of nymphs of joy from carrousels
whose lamplights are all red.
And I know I’ll do the same old thing,
I’ll do it though the sacred ring
one day she gave to me.
She languished many time ago,
the princess who became a frog,
sunset in her eyes.
I punish with regret the shameful sins that I commit.
I don’t believe in God, but don’t believe in many things.
She’s just the best thing that I’ve had in my life.
She’s the best person to be close in the night.
But that defines me as a fool, ‘cause I jump over all the clear efforts she does.
I often do the things I know I will not understand.
I move behind her back, my flesh is damaged with scars.
And she’s the best thing that I’ve had in my life.
Her eyes the eyes that looked into my eyes.
One day I’ll do the things I should, and I won’t skip through all the clear efforts she does.
She wore all those dental wires and soles of shoe
that sculpted her figure through the years.
Like lies, like things that happen just in tales,
she looked like a cygnet on the nail.
Her voice sounds like needles if air was a sheet.
She never sat down in the middle.
Minimal she is.
She says that the crayon’s big and the music’s loud,
she’d feel a pea under fourteen beds.
She made her life of sunbeam and moving leaves.
She needs to breathe to live.
I used to watch her sleeping.
One of my favourite things.
I knew she was happy dreaming.
I put my lips upon her lips.
My hands are big, they are a clumsy tool
that don’t do always the things they should.
Each time I fail, I know she would have found the way,
she’s so adapted to planet earth.
She walks with her legs.
She eats with her mouth.
She uses a belt.
She looks with the eyes.
She wins ev’ry war she doesn’t take part of
and guesses questions she doesn’t hear.
And she’s so small, yes she’s so small that
she seems to be ashamed to have a chair in ev’ry place.
Once I tried to get a little closer
I said to myself, why don’t you bring her roses?
But I spent a moment dozing
And the shops were almost closing
The few ones still open
Were all run out of roses
And I came to her with nothing but good will and useless vows
And the night fell upon our house.
But the earth turned once more
To erase all what I swore
And it left us with the certainty that ev’rything was done,
Her breath was by my side
And I knew somewhere inside
There were things that time draws as dead but they never really die.
Since I grew up, I know that nothing’s easy
Our hearts are strong though in times they look too breezy
And we both knew time was over,
Drunkness gone, too much sober,
But the goodbye was a mountain
And the coin was in the fountain
So I gave her rose seeds, for tomorrow from today,
And then each one took a different way.
Since then I am in the moon,
In the dark side of my room,
Were I’ve known that things I wanted to know
Are nothing else than gloom.
And there’s no light in my day
Since the times she went away
And I wake up with the feeling
That to live is like to wait.
Gone those days as time imposes
One never knows when will grow those roses,
When we parted we were crying,
We knew something was dying
The dream that was so ours,
The future and the flowers
Then her eyes filled with the beauty of things that have to die
Like you, like she and I.
When she’s not fine I go for medicine
I clean her skin, I use a sponge,
she’s naked.
We have eau de cologne
made from lavander shrubs
we’re really happy here
even when she gets ill,
even when she gets ill.
She cooks and saws,
I repair broken doors.
This milk is for the cat,
we do not like this milk.
My wife is made of silk.
She’s the best that I’ve had.
She’s the best thing I’ve had.
At night we like to lay in the sofa,
we watch T.V. until it gets too late.
And in the bed we play
before we fall asleep.
Our bodies moving slowly
under the yellow sheets,
under the yellow sheets.
I love her hair.
I love her lips.
She’s the best that I’ve had.
I’m really happy with this.
Out in the streets there is a girl I kiss
maybe underground, I don’t know where she is.
We said goodbye; since that day
I’m roaming by the laberynth sadly.
She hides her shadow away from my eyes.
Sometimes I see her when she takes the bus.
And when we meet our lips can’t help the kiss.
I would say: don’t worry
I’d say: be close to me,
I’m sorry for all the silly things
I really never meant.
Into this building there’s a girl I kiss,
she’d smile with sadness if she saw me here
‘cause I don’t cross the big door,
I only reach the threshold and wait.
I can’t say: I love you,
I’ll do it ‘till the end of music
‘cause I don’t want to lie and, frankly,
I know the man I hide,
I’ve seen the other side.
See that beauty, that’s the girl I kiss.
Sometimes I wonder if I’m a fool to be
apart of all this charming,
I foresee myself crying
these times.
When I’ve been so selfish
with glasses that are liers
and disguise as a burden
the wings that are all her cares.
In search of the meaning of life
I’ve lost it,
I’ll find myself at last at the place
where I began to run.
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Best thing I’ve had is my camouflage girl.
Last thing I’ve lost is my camouflage girl.
She used to walk by the streets with her head hidden in my shoulder
and our hairs looked very much like the same thing,
among traffic lights and parks and bikes and bars and taxi cabs and
dogs and fountains
we stopped to play with our fingers on a bench.
Now I don’t mind if east is west, if someone’s playing music,
or if the balustrade is dangerous around this cliff.
It’s all so small since I blew the monument;
wreck occupies the whole room
where I used to bed down beside my camouflage girl;
soft lips green eyes, my camouflage girl.
If life was easy now I’d be reading to our children
but they all died before they were born.
Were those eyes I used to kiss just projections of my dreams?
Did I made myself a bridge over the truth?
But through it all, through storms and though the shipwreck
I’d still try and try to amend ev’rything.
Now the pealing of the drops falling down over the skylight
remind me of our days in the motel room.
I’m still in love with my camouflage girl.
Best of my life, my camouflage girl.
I’ll never forget my camouflage girl.
Best of my life, my camouflage girl.