Paul Newman (1925 - 2008)Raindrops are falling on my head
nothing seems to fit
those raindrops are falling on my head,
they keep falling
so I just did me some talking to the sun,
and I said I didn't like the way he got things done,
sleeping on the job
those raindrops are falling on my head they keep falling
But there's one thing, I know
the blues they sent to meet me won't defeat me.
It won't be long 'till happiness steps up to greet me
Raindrops keep falling on my head
but that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turning red.
Crying's not for me, cause
I'm never gonna stop the rain by complaining
because I'm free
nothing's worrying me
It won't be long till happiness steps up to greet me
Raindrops keep falling on my head
but that doesn't mean my eyes will soon turning red
crying 's not for me
Cause I'm never gonna stop the rain by complaining
because I'm free
Nothing's worrying me.
4 comentários:
Bia, que notícia triste. O mundo ficou definitivamente mais feio e com menos classe.
Tu não veio me ver. Snif!
Bjs
puxa, pensei em fazer um post praticamente igual a esse teu... que os anjos recebam bem essa estrela.
Pois é, perdemos o nosso grande líder.
Quando falei para a Guiga que o Paul Newman havia falecido ela disse: "não! a Bia deve estar inconsolável"
:(
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