The a Team - Daniela Andrade

White lips, pale face Breathing in snowflakes Burnt lungs, sour taste Light's gone, day's end Struggling to pay rent Long nights, strange men And they say She's in the Class A Team Stuck in her daydream Been this way since 18 But lately her face seems Slowly sinking, wasting Crumbling like pastries And they scream The worst things in life come free to us Cos we're just under the upperhand And go mad for a couple of grams And she don't want to go outside tonight And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland Or sells love to another man It's too cold outside For angels to fly Angels to fly Ripped gloves, raincoat Tried to swim and stay afloat Dry house, wet clothes Loose change, bank notes Weary-eyed, dry throat Call girl, no phone And they say She's in the Class A Team Stuck in her daydream Been this way since 18 But lately her face seems Slowly sinking, wasting Crumbling like pastries And they scream The worst things in life come free to us Cos we're just under the upperhand And go mad for a couple of grams But she don't want to go outside tonight And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland Or sells love to another man It's too cold outside For angels to fly Angels to fly An angel will die Covered in white Closed eye And hoping for a better life This time, we'll fade out tonight Straight down the line And they say She's in the Class A Team Stuck in her daydream Been this way since 18 But lately her face seems Slowly sinking, wasting Crumbling like pastries They scream The worst things in life come free to us And we're all under the upperhand Go mad for a couple of grams And we don't want to go outside tonight And in a pipe we fly to the Motherland Or sell love to another man It's too cold For angels to fly Angels to fly To fly, fly Angels to fly, to fly, to fly Angels to die

White lips, pale face, breathing in snowflakes Burnt lungs, sour taste Light's gone, day's end, struggling to pay rent Long nights, strange men And they say she's in the Class A Team She is stuck in her daydream, been this way since 18 But lately her face seems slowly sinking, wasting Crumbling like pastries, they scream The worst things in life come free to us 'Cause she's just under the upperhand And goes mad for a couple grams And she don't wanna go outside tonight 'Cause in a pipe she flies to the motherland Or sells love to another man It's too cold outside for angels to fly For angels to fly Rips gloves, raincoat, tried to swim, stay afloat Dry house, wet clothes Loose change, bank notes, weary-eyed, dry throat Cool girl, no phone And they say she's in the Class A Team She's tuck in her daydream, been this way since 18 But lately her face seems slowly sinking, wasting Crumbling like pastries, they scream The worst things in life come free to us 'Cause she's just under the upperhand And go mad for a couple grams But she don't wanna go outside tonight 'Cause in a pipe she flies to the motherland Sells love to another man It's too cold outside for angels to fly An angel will die, covered in white Closed eyes and hoping for a better life This time, we'll fade out tonight Straight down the line Straight down the line

Não sei bem o que fazer Nem sei como te dizer Cada vez que me chegas me sinto mais longe de ti Teu pudor foi transmitido E será neutralizado Teu pudor foi transmitido Não importa o quanto faça Pouco importa a cor do ouro Na corrida ao teu afeto A medalha sempre é bronze Sou órfã da tua ternura Muito me salta à vista Quando chegas reta e firme Que pouco posso fazer para te fazer mudar? Teu pudor foi transmitido E será neutralizado Teu pudor foi transmitido Se soubesses abraçar De vez em quando beijar E aos recantos imperfeitos Com menos rigor apontar Quem seria eu? Sou órfã da tua ternura Quando estamos tu e eu E ao meu lado adormeces Um oceano nos separa Mas tu não sabes de nada A canção que se repete A tristeza que me cala O amor foi recebido Apesar do que tu calas O amor foi recebido Apesar do que tu calas