Traducción: Cordel Do Fogo Encantado. Nossa Senhora Da Paz (Ou O Trapézio Do Sonho).
Oh, Lord Oh, Lord Sorry ladies, to make you wait There's a couple of Buddhists at the Pearly Gate Asked my permission to come on board (What'd you do
Happy birthday to you our Lord Happy birthday to you our Lord You spread your love to the whole human race We are all nestled in your sweet embrace You
It is a dance we do in silence, far below this morning sun You, in your life, me, in mine, we have begun Here we stand and without speaking, draw the
Can I buy you something, can I stroke your hair, Can I hold your hand and take you somewhere? You?re a young nobody, you?re a perfect soul, You?re an
Oh sing to our King Lord Jesus Oh sing to our mighty King Oh sing to our King Lord Jesus 'Cause he's mighty and great Oh sing to our King Lord Jesus For
O come and mourn with me awhile O come near to the Savior's side O come together, let us mourn Jesus our Lord is crucified Seven times He spoke Seven
I'm here in Philadelphia She got caught down in DC It's a wretched night, it's raining But she's coming up to meet me There's nothing I can do By
Our lady on the Bleeding Ground, her satin gown is trailing in the mud. She ducks a football cos it's Christmas Day and the shells are duds. And Tom and
Sounding the bell in the corridor. Sweeping the floor with her hair. She sprinkles hot ashes and salt on the stairs as she walks. We all walk behind her
Our lady in the abbatoir. She's hanging headless, charred. Baby on her breast - there's nothing left, the milk turned to powder, Twist her, she's an hour
Our lady on the wall selling poppies for Our Boys. Our price. Our choice. we bought one-watched Our Lady fly confetti fly the city die in flames as tanks
We could be perfect one last night And die like star-crossed lovers when we fight And we can settle this affair If you would shed your yellow take my
All summer long she touched me She gathered in my soul From many a thorn, from many thickets Her fingers, like a weaver's Quick and cool And the light
We will worship You Jesus High and lifted up Oh, blessed Lamb once slain Will reign for evermore His hands once bound now save Our God will never fail
Righteous ruler of the heavens Holy, holy, our God Sovereign, Lord of all creation Holy, holy, our God Every tribe and tongue Lift your voice as one
It is a dance we do in silence Far below this morning sun You in your life, me in mine We have begun Here we stand and without speaking Draw the water
F.Guccini Alla fine della baldoria c'era nell'aria un silenzio strano qualcuno ragliava con meno boria e qualcun altro grugniva piano. Alle sfilate degli
