Ai simţit vreodată că eşti în criză de timp cu tot ceea ce ai de făcut? Ai simţit vreodată că eşti mult prea obosit? Că eşti mult prea nervos? Că nu îţi găseşti locul? Că eşti groaznic de stresat şi orice chestie te duce din ce în ce mai aproape de punctul în care vei exploda? Ţi-a venit vreodată să urli pur şi simplu?
Dacă răspunsul la cel puţin una din întrebări este “DA”, atunci îţi dedic piesa din titlu… “Full Moon Madness”. Moonspell.
[1st Portuguese verse:]
We are wolf memories
that tear the skin apart
Wolves that once were men
and shall be them again
[2nd Portuguese verse:]
We are wolf memories
that tear the skin apart
Wolves that once were men
and shall be them again
or perhaps memories of men
who insist of not tearing for to be wolves
but that never shall be them again…
Somos memórias de lobos que rasgam a pele
Lobos que foram homens
e o tornarão a ser
They awake for flesh
Choose pain as a path
Refuse a light
To blind you and me
Full Moon Madness,
We are as one and congregate
Full Moon Madness
We rise again to procreate
Somos memórias de lobos que rasgam a pele
Lobos que foram homens e o tornarão a ser
ou talvez memórias de homens.
que insistem em não rasgar a pele
Homens que procuram ser lobos
mas que jamais o tornarão a ser…
They awake for flesh
Choose pain as a path
Refuse a light
To blind you and me
Full Moon Madness,
We are as one and congregate
Full Moon Madness
We rise again to procreate to seal our fate
Irreverence was cast out from the sky
And eternity lost its sex forever
And under the same heaven they voted to emptiness
They still celebrate under a Full Moon Madness…
They awake for flesh
Choose pain as a path
Refuse a light to blind you and me
Irreverence was cast out from the sky
And eternity lost its sex forever
And under the same heaven they voted to emptiness
We still celebrate under a Full Moon Madness…
