I lost my mother-tongue. Drawing has other words.
Et de plus la pagaille console.
só melembro sempre desta canção:I have a number in my headThough I don't know why it's thereWhen numbers get seriousYou see their shape everywhereDividing and multiplyingExchanging with easeWhen times are mysteriousSerious numbers are easy to pleaseTake my addressTake my phoneCall me if you canHere's my addressHere's my phonePlease don't give it to some madmanHey hey, whoa whoaComplicated lifeNumbers swirling thick and curiousYou can cut them with a knifeYou can cut them with a knifeTwo times two is twenty-twoFour times four is forty-fourWhen numbers get seriousThey leave a mark on your doorUrgent. Urgent.A telephone is ringing in the hallwaysWhen times are mysteriousSerious numbers will speak to us alwaysThat is why a man with numbersCan put your mind at easeWe've got numbers by the trillionsHere and overseasHey hey, whoa whoaLook at the stink about JapanAll those numbers waiting patientlyDon't you understand?Don't you understand?So wrap meWrap meWrap me doIn the shelter of your armsI am ever your volunteerI won't do you any harmI will love innumerablyYou can count on my wordWhen times are mysteriousSerious numbersWill always be heardWhen times are mysteriousSerious numbers will always be heardAnd after all is said and doneAnd the numbers all come homeThe four rolls into threeThe three turns into twoAnd the two becomes aOneAdoro Paul SimonBeijo