Feita de diamantes...

É..eu sei, tô muito musical.
Mas minha sensibilidade tá num ponto de dar dó! Abaixo de zero...
De uns tempos pra cá, só as músicas, as boas músicas, tem me alcançado e mexido de alguma forma com o que estou sentindo.

Essa é uma delas. Na verdade sempre foi.

E a quem interessar, sim, sou feita de diamantes.
Forte, brilhante, valiosa como eles....


Diamonds On The Inside

(Ben Harper)
I knew a girl

Her name was truth

She was a horrible liar.


She couldnt spend one day alone

But she couldnt be satisfied.


When you have everything,

You have everything to lose.

She made herself

A bed of nails

And shes plannin' on puttin' it to use.


But she had diamonds on the inside

She had diamonds on the inside

She had diamonds on the inside

Diamonds


A candle throws its light into the darkness

In a nasty world,so shines the good deed

Make sure the fortune, that you seek

Is the fortune that you need.


So tell me why,the first to ask,is the last to give,everytime

What you say and do not mean

Follow too close behind


She had diamonds on the inside

She had diamonds on the inside

She wore diamonds on the inside

Diamonds


Like the soldier long standing long under fire

Any change comes as a relief.

Let the giver's name remain unspoken

She is just a generous thief.


She had diamonds on the inside

She had diamonds on the inside

She wore diamonds on the inside

She wore diamonds

Oh diamonds

She had diamonds

She wore diamonds

Diamonds...


Nana.