Photograph

Photograph

Writers: Ed Sheeran/ Johnny McDaid

Loving can hurt
Loving can hurt sometimes
But it’s the only thing
That I know

And when it gets hard
You know it can get hard sometimes
It is the only thing that makes us feel alive

We keep this love in a photograph
We made these memories for ourselves
Where our eyes are never closing
Hearts are never broken
And times are forever frozen still

So you can keep me
Inside the pocket
Of your ripped jeans
Holding me closer
Till our eyes meet
You won’t ever be alone
Wait for me to come home

Loving can heal
Loving can mend your soul
And is the only thing
That I know (know)

I swear it will get easier
Remember that with every piece of ya
And it’s the only thing we take with us when we die

We keep this love in a photograph
We make these memories for ourselves
Where our eyes are never closing
Our hearts were never broken
And times forever frozen still

So you can keep me
Inside the pocket
Of your ripped jeans
Holding me closer
Till our eyes meet
You won’t ever be alone

And if you hurt me
Well that’s ok baby only words bleed
Inside these pages you just hold me
And I won’t ever let you go

Wait for me to come home
Wait for me to come home
Wait for me to come home
Wait for me to come home

Oh you can fit me
Inside the necklace you got when you were sixteen
Next to your heartbeat
Where I should be
Keep it deep within your soul

And if you hurt me
Well that’s ok baby only words bleed
Inside these pages you just hold me
And I won’t ever let you go

When I’m away
I will remember how you kissed me
Under the lamppost
Back on sixth street
Hearing you whisper through the phone
Wait for me to come home

Obloco

Obloco
Composição: Maria Gadú/ Maycon Ananias

Quando eu lançar meu bloco
O bloco dos sem medo
Um bloco happy
Um bloco crente
Um bloco black
Um bloco free

Quando eu dançar pro povo
Vou de bloco de cimento
Eu vou correndo
Eu vou dizendo
Esse bloco é lindo
Demais
Assim

Eu já vejo juntando gente
De todo tipo
Com belas vestes
Bailando leves
Na madrugada
A manhã
Virá
Ver
Obloco

Fora do carnaval
No chão do inverno
E
A
Lua
Vai
Ter um recital
Do povo contente aos berros na rua

Pra fazer do povo saudade
Esse bloco canta
Vidas inteiras
E a multidão
Que se afoga
Ao dia

Essa noite
É
Porta estandarte
Quando ao auge
O corpo
Exala
Paixões florais
Pela própria dança
Ninguém se fala
Ninguém se cansa
A
Alma
É
O
Pulso
Do
Bloco

Fora do carnaval
No chão do inverno
E
A
Lua
Vai
Ter um recital
Do povo contente aos berros na rua

Fora do carnaval
No chão do inverno
E
A
Lua
Vai
Ter um recital
Do povo contente aos berros na rua