Passing Afternoon - Iron & Wine

There are times that walk from you like some passing afternoon
Summer warmed the open window of her honeymoon
And she chose a yard to burn but the ground remembers her
Wooden spoons, her children stir her Bougainvillea blooms

There are things that drift away like our endless, numbered days
Autumn blew the quilt right off the perfect bed she made
And she's chosen to believe in the hymns her mother sings
Sunday pulls its children from their piles of fallen leaves

There are sailing ships that pass all our bodies in the grass
Springtime calls her children until she lets them go at last
And she's chosen where to be, though she's lost her wedding ring
Somewhere near her misplaced jar of Bougainvillea seeds

There are things we can't recall, Blind as night that finds us all
Winter tucks her children in, her fragile china dolls
But my hands remember hers, rolling around the shaded ferns
Naked arms, her secrets still like songs I'd never learned

There are names across the sea, only now I do believe
Sometimes, when the window is closed, she'll sit and think of me
But she'll mend his tattered clothes and they'll kiss as if they know
A baby sleeps in all our bones, so scared to be alone

São demais os perigos desta vida

(Toquinho e Vinícius de Moraes)

São demais os perigos desta vida pra quem tem paixão
Principalmente quando uma lua chega de repente
E se deixa no céu, como esquecida
E se ao luar que atua desvairado
Vem se unir uma musica qualquer
Aí então é preciso ter cuidado
Porque deve andar perto uma mulher
Deve andar perto uma mulher que é feita
De música, luar e sentimento
E que a vida não quer de tão perfeita
Uma mulher que é como a própria lua:
Tão linda que só espalha sofrimento
Tão cheia de pudor que vive nua