Sad River by Luís Trindade

A woman waves goodbye from the third floor,
the man takes his place at the bus stop,
and the daughter fights the demons out.

A writer steals the others stories,
and as the newsman just tries to shine,
the daugter smokes one last cigarrette and cries.

Sad river,
Sad river talk to me.

They found a pice of cloth on the boat,
far away from the place he sould be,
questions float around, no one saw, no one sees.

a simple man on his way to work,
just another eight hours down low,
between the papers and the numbers he dreamm alone.

sad river,
sad river talk to me.

the city wakes alone,
the hearts turned to stone,
the lights go out again,
the morning dew just flows

• Folk
• acoustic
• indie
• sadcore
• slowcore
• Viseu