{"id":1196,"date":"2019-12-16T22:54:53","date_gmt":"2019-12-17T01:54:53","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/xakol.sc\/site\/?page_id=1196"},"modified":"2019-12-31T02:27:44","modified_gmt":"2019-12-31T05:27:44","slug":"murdering-my-heart-pt","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/xakol.sc\/site\/discografia\/murdering-my-heart-pt\/","title":{"rendered":"Murdering My Heart"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a title=\"Discografia\" href=\"https:\/\/xakol.sc\/site\/discografia\/\"><img decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"https:\/\/xakol.sc\/site\/wp-content\/themes\/jduartedesign\/images\/titles\/discografia.png\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<h1><\/h1>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h1><span style=\"color: #bb1010;\">Murdering My Heart<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 13px;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/h1>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"#historia\">Hist\u00f3ria<\/a> &#8211;\u00a0<a href=\"#letra\">Letra<\/a>\u00a0&#8211; <a href=\"#traducao\">Tradu\u00e7\u00e3o<\/a><\/p>\n<p><span class=\"youtube\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"YouTube video player\" class=\"youtube-player\" type=\"text\/html\" width=\"640\" height=\"344\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/T7NPFA9-kY8?wmode=transparent&amp;fs=1&amp;hl=en&amp;modestbranding=1&amp;iv_load_policy=3&amp;showsearch=0&amp;rel=1&amp;theme=dark\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h3 id=\"historia\"><span style=\"color: #bb1010;\">Hist\u00f3ria:<\/span><\/h3>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/xakol.sc\/site\/\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/12\/Xakol-Murdering-My-Heart-3000x3000.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-375 alignright\" alt=\"Xakol - Murdering My Heart\" src=\"https:\/\/xakol.sc\/site\/\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/12\/Xakol-Murdering-My-Heart-3000x3000.jpg\" width=\"300\" height=\"300\" \/><\/a><br \/>\nPrimeira m\u00fasica que escrevi na vida, no dia 31 de dezembro de 1999. Na vers\u00e3o final, adicionei um toque de metal extremo para torn\u00e1-la muito mais pesada e din\u00e2mica do que a ideia original de quando eu nem sabia o que era metal<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h3 id=\"letra\"><span style=\"color: #bb1010;\">Letra:<\/span><\/h3>\n<p>I just lost my dear<br \/>\nNow my heart is clear<br \/>\nI&#8217;ve got no more fear of saying this<\/p>\n<p>Guess how much I&#8217;ve missed her<br \/>\nI&#8217;ve never even kissed her<br \/>\nAll my words have pissed off that bitch<\/p>\n<p>I wanted just to teach her<br \/>\nBut I could never reach her<br \/>\nMy phone calls made her switch her damn line<\/p>\n<p>But love never dies<br \/>\nEven with so many lies<br \/>\nAnd now she only cries there in hell<\/p>\n<p>I did it very well<br \/>\nI&#8217;m locked up in this cell<br \/>\nAnd I would like to tell her how I feel<\/p>\n<p>I had much love to fill her<br \/>\nDecided, though, to kill her<br \/>\nThe only way to heal my heart of cold<\/p>\n<p>She was few years older<br \/>\nI needed much to hold her<br \/>\nAnd then I really told her she was mine<\/p>\n<p>I enjoyed this crime<br \/>\nI laugh all the time<br \/>\nNow I feel so fine and I can sleep<\/p>\n<p>My love was so deep<br \/>\nSent her on a long trip<br \/>\nAll I wanted was to keep her just to me<\/p>\n<p>She didn&#8217;t want to see me<br \/>\nI think I must&#8217;ve been dreaming<br \/>\nWhen I saw her screaming and dying<\/p>\n<p>She may listen to this words<br \/>\nBut she won&#8217;t come back to this world<br \/>\nI&#8217;ll never see her again<br \/>\nTime will never heal this pain<br \/>\nI can not understand<br \/>\nThat this is the end<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h3 id=\"traducao\"><span style=\"color: #bb1010;\">Tradu\u00e7\u00e3o:<\/span><\/h3>\n<p>Eu acabei de perder a minha amada<br \/>\nAgora o meu cora\u00e7\u00e3o est\u00e1 vazio<br \/>\nN\u00e3o tenho mais medo de dizer isso<\/p>\n<p>Adivinhem o quanto eu sinto sua falta<br \/>\nEu nunca nem a beijei<br \/>\nTodas as minhas palavras irritavam aquela desgra\u00e7ada<\/p>\n<p>Eu queria apenas dar uma li\u00e7\u00e3o nela<br \/>\nMas nunca conseguia alcan\u00e7\u00e1-la<br \/>\nMinhas liga\u00e7\u00f5es fizeram ela mudar de n\u00famero<\/p>\n<p>Mas o amor nunca morre<br \/>\nMesmo com tantas mentiras<br \/>\nE agora ela s\u00f3 chora l\u00e1 no inferno<\/p>\n<p>Eu fiz muito bem<br \/>\nEstou trancado nesta cela<br \/>\nE gostaria de dizer a ela como me sinto<\/p>\n<p>Eu tinha muito amor para preench\u00ea-la<br \/>\nDecidi, no entanto, mat\u00e1-la<br \/>\nO \u00fanico jeito de curar meu cora\u00e7\u00e3o de gelo<\/p>\n<p>Ela era alguns anos mais velha<br \/>\nEu precisava muito abra\u00e7\u00e1-la<br \/>\nE ent\u00e3o realmente disse a ela que era minha<\/p>\n<p>Eu gostei desse crime<br \/>\nEu rio o tempo todo<br \/>\nAgora me sinto t\u00e3o bem e consigo dormir<\/p>\n<p>Meu amor era t\u00e3o profundo<br \/>\nMandou ela para longe<br \/>\nTudo o que eu queria era ter ela s\u00f3 para mim<\/p>\n<p>Ela n\u00e3o queria me ver<br \/>\nAcho que eu devia estar sonhando<br \/>\nQuando a vi gritando e morrendo<\/p>\n<p>Ela pode at\u00e9 ouvir estas palavras<br \/>\nMas ela n\u00e3o voltar\u00e1 a este mundo<br \/>\nNunca mais a verei<br \/>\nO tempo nunca curar\u00e1 esta dor<br \/>\nEu n\u00e3o consigo entender<br \/>\nQue este \u00e9 o fim<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; Murdering My Heart\u00a0 &nbsp; Hist\u00f3ria &#8211;\u00a0Letra\u00a0&#8211; Tradu\u00e7\u00e3o &nbsp; Hist\u00f3ria: Primeira m\u00fasica que escrevi na vida, no dia 31 de dezembro de 1999. Na vers\u00e3o final, adicionei um toque de metal extremo para torn\u00e1-la muito mais pesada e din\u00e2mica do que a ideia original de quando eu nem sabia o que era metal &nbsp; Letra: [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":16,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-1196","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/xakol.sc\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1196","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/xakol.sc\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/xakol.sc\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/xakol.sc\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/xakol.sc\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1196"}],"version-history":[{"count":8,"href":"https:\/\/xakol.sc\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1196\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1216,"href":"https:\/\/xakol.sc\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1196\/revisions\/1216"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/xakol.sc\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/16"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/xakol.sc\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1196"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}