Uma Rua ao Frio

O contraste do frio do chão coberto de neve e o calor que vem de dentro do casaco. O choque do ar gelado com o respirar.

sábado, dezembro 31, 2005

Scentless Apprentice



Like most babies smell like butter
His smell smelled like no other
He was born scentless and senseless
He was born a scentless apprentice

Go away - get away, get away get a-way
Every wet nurse refused to feed him
Electrolytes smell like semen
I promise not to sell your perfumed secrets
There are countless formulas for pressing flowers

I lie in the soil and fertilize mushrooms
Leaking out gas fumes are made into perfume
You can't fire me because I quit
Throw me in the fire and I won't throw a fit


Esta letra foi escrita por Kurt Cobain, inspirado por um livro que eu adorei: O Perfume de Patrick Süskind.