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Telefonista, número, por favor: fazem tantos anos
Será que ela lembrará da minha velha voz
enquanto eu combato as lagrimas?
Oi, olá, é a Martha? É o velho Tom Frost
Eu estou ligando interurbano, não se preocupa com o custo
Porque já faz uns quarenta anos, agora, Martha, por favor, retorne a ligação. Me encontre em um café, e vamos conversar sobre a vida
E esses eram os dias de rosas, poesia e prosa
E tudo o que eu tinha era você e tudo que você tinha era eu.
Não havia amanhã, a gente embalava as mágoas
E as guardava pros dias de chuva
E agora me sinto tão velho e você mais velha também
Como está o seu marido? E as crianças? Você sabe que eu casei também
Sorte sua achar alguém para fazer você se sentir segura
Porque nós éramos tão jovens e estúpidos, agora estamos maduros
E esses eram os dias de rosas, poesia e prosa
E tudo o que eu tinha era você e tudo que você tinha era eu
Não havia amanhã, a gente embalava as mágoas
E as guardava pros dias de chuva
E eu era sempre tão impulsivo, eu acho que continuo sendo,
E tudo o que realmente importa é que eu era um homem.
Eu acho que o nosso estar junto nunca foi para ser.
E Martha, Martha, eu te amo você não consegue ver?
E esses eram os dias de rosas, poesia e prosa
E, Martha, tudo o que eu tinha era você e tudo que você tinha era eu
Não havia amanhã, a gente embalava as mágoas
E as guardava pros dias de chuva.
E me lembro das tardes calmas tremendo junto a você
Operator, number, please: it's been so many years
Will she remember my old voice while I fight the tears?
Hello, hello there, is this Martha? This is old Tom Frost
And I am calling long distance, don't worry 'bout the cost
'Cause it's been forty years or more, now, Martha, please, recall.
Meet me out for coffee, where we'll talk about it all
And those were the days of roses, poetry and prose
And Martha all I had was you and all you had was me
There was no tomorrows, we'd packed away our sorrows
And we saved them for a rainy day
And I feel so much older now, and you're much older too
How's your husband? And how's the kids? You know that I gotmarried too?
Luck that you found someone to make you feel secure
'Cause we were all so young and foolish, now we are mature
And those were the days of roses, poetry and prose
And Martha all I had was you and all you had was me
There was no tomorrows, we'd packed away our sorrows
And we saved them for a rainy day
And I was always so impulsive, I guess that I still am
And all that really mattered then was that I was a man
I guess that our being together was never meant to be
And Martha, Martha, I love you can't you see?
And those were the days of roses, poetry and prose
And Martha all I had was you and all you had was me
There was no tomorrows, we'd packed away our sorrows
And we saved them for a rainy day
And I remember quiet evenings trembling close to you...