Confusion

Uns momentos parece que me amas,
E a chuva adensa o transito.

Uns dias parece que me castigas,
E o vento bate à porta.

Mas eu até gosto de ti,
E não sei o que sinto,
Ou quero sentir.

Dark (K)nights

On a mild morning,
cards,
talk,
and an ideia that can't seem to slip my mind.

On an early night,
drinks,
talk,
and an ideia that was stuck in my mind.

On another day,
far,
talk,
and an ideia growing in two minds.

On a late afternoon,
travel,
talk,
and an ideia that crossed bouth our minds.