148 acessos
10.15
Sábado à noite
E a torneira pinga
Sob a luz fraca
E eu estou sentado
Na pia da cozinha
E a torneira pinga
Pinga, pinga, pinga, pinga, pinga....
Esperando
Que o telefone toque
E estou imaginando
Onde ela pode estar
E eu estou chorando
Por ontem
E a torneira pinga
Pinga, pinga , pinga, pinga, pinga...
É sempre a mesma coisa...
10.15
Saturday night
And the tap drips
Under the strip light
And I'm sitting
In the kitchen sink
And the tap drips
Drip drip drip drip drip drip drip drip
Waiting
For the telephone to ring
And I'm wondering
Where she's been
And I'm crying
For yesterday
And the tap drips
Drip drip drip drip drip drip drip drip
It's always the same