Creating is a magic

Creating is a magic

Sometimes I'm just thinking aloud
I will not scream, I do not want an opinion
I know I'm talking loud.
I just want to vent on this occasion

I model an idea with clay
You put the soul and the melody
Your precious hands, what caresses
How delicate her harmony was

Your talented hands on the accordion
And a pointed ear and so pure
With little time and lots of excitement
Who has time, has a treasure

Who has essence does not pity
Why creating is a magic

Doctor and crazy
Everyone has a little
A given advice
And who does not listen, is a poor person

Are several dictations
From unknown people
Never won any change
With the words offered

The smart that appears and prag
Without imagination, register
Occupation of Thief 
Who profits as a coup



Sometimes I'm just thinking aloud
I'm not looking for an opinion
I know there is another option
I do not want to practice I just want to vent

I model the idea with clay
You put the soul and the melody
Precious hands, take good care of them.
They are worth gold they are precious.

Your talented hands
And a pointed ear
A little time and a lot of dedication
This time is worth gold

Who has essence does not pity
Why creating is a magic

Doctor and crazy
Everyone has a little
And a council was given
And who does not listen, listen poor

Are several dictations
From unknown people
Who ever won a coin
With the programmed word

Here comes a smart one and registers
You have no imagination
And as a profession
Profit as a thief


Criar é uma magia

As vezes só estou pensando alto 
Não  vou gritar, que não quero opnião 
Eu sei que estou falando alto  
Só quero desabafar nessa ocasião  

Eu modelo uma idéia com argila 
Você coloca a alma e a  melodia 
Suas mãos preciosas, que acarícia 
Como era delicada a sua harmonía   

Suas mãos talentosas  no acordeon
E um ouvido aguçado e tão puro 
Com pouco tempo e muita excitação 
Quem tem tempo, tem um tesouro

Quem tem essência não pragia
Porque criar é uma magia 

De médico e louco 
Todo mundo tem um pouco 
Um conselho dado 
E quem não escuta, é um coitado 

São vários ditados 
De pessoas desconhecidas 
Nunca ganharam nenhum trocado
Com as palavras oferecidas 

O esperto que  aparece e pragiar
Sem imaginação , registra 
Profissão de  antropofagia  
Que lucra como  golpista 


Dib.