É aquilo a que se costuma chamar "uma puta duma canção". Pelo seu retrato do amor como desespero, esperança, confiança, certeza, insegurança, ilusão, posse, desejo, rendição, entrega, partilha, tristeza, decepção, ciúme, tudo ao mesmo tempo agora, desculpa-se tudo a Sting.
every breath you take
and every move you make
every bond you break
every step you take
I'll be watching you
every single day
and every word you say
every game you play
every night you stay
I'll be watching you
oh can't you see
you belong to me
how my poor heart aches
with every step you take
every move you make
and every vow you break
every smile you fake
every claim you stake
I'll be watching you
since you're gone
I've been lost without a trace
I dream at night
I can only see your face
I look around but it's you I can't replace
I feel so cold and I long for your embrace
I keep crying baby
baby
please
oh can't you see
you belong to me
how my poor heart aches
with every step you take
every move you make
and every vow you break
every smile you fake
every claim you stake
I'll be watching you
every move you make
every step you take
I'll be watching you
I'll be watching you.
(Aos interessados sobre o tema, estreia amanhã [hoje, que já passou a meia-noite...] o muito recomendável "Bem Me Quer... Mal Me Quer", filme-surpresa da francesa Laetitia Colombani. Cujo título podia muito bem ser "every breath you take"...)
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