TRILHA DA SEXTA-FEIRA, momentos de reflexão (e arrependimentos...)

You´ve got to hide your love away

Here I stand head in hand,
Turn my face to the wall.
If she’s gone I can’t go on,
Feeling two foot small.

Everywhere people stare,
Each and every day.
I can see them laugh at me,
And I hear them say:

Hey, you’ve got hide your love away.
Hey, you’ve got hide your love away.

How can I even try,
I can never win.
Hearing them, seeing them,
In the state I’m in.

How could she say to me
Love will find a way?
Gather round all you clowns,
Let me hear you say:

Hey, you’ve got hide your love away.
Hey, you’ve got hide your love away.

BEATLES.