Blessed are you, the deaf cannot hear a scream;
Blessed are the stupid who can dream;
Blessed are the tin canned cardboard slums;
Blessed is the spirit that overcomes...
Já sabes a minha opinião sobre essa música e esse vídeo... Simplesmente brilhante... Ainda bem que ainda há quem se preocupe! Sabe bem saber isso...***LY
"Souls bent over without a breeze Blankets on burning trees I am sick without disease Nobility on it’s knees
And if the rain came And if the rain came… now Would it wash us all away On a wave of sorrow Wave On a wave of sorrow"
Podes crer...esta musica vai ser uma lufada de ar fresco na ajuda à Etiópia, at least i hope so.
Já agora, meto aqui a letra toda, apra quem queira saber:
"Heat haze rising On hell’s own hill
You wake up this morning It took an act of will You walk through the night To get here today To bring your children To give them away
Oh… oh this cruel sun Is daylight never done Cruelty just begun To make a shadow of everyone
And if the rain came And if the rain came
Souls bent over without a breeze Blankets on burning trees I am sick without disease Nobility on it’s knees
And if the rain came And if the rain came… now Would it wash us all away On a wave of sorrow Wave On a wave of sorrow
Where now the holy cities? Where the ancient holy scrolls? Where now Emperor Menelek? And the Queen of Sheba’s gold
You’re my bride, you wear her crown And on your finger precious stones As every good thing now been sold
Son, of shepherd boy, now king What wisdom can you bring? What lyric would you sing? Where is the music of the Seraphim?
And if the rain came And if the rain came… now Would it wash us all away On a wave of sorrow Wave A wave of sorrow Wave.
Blessed are the meek who scratch in the dirt For they shall inherit what’s left of the earth Blessed are the kings who’ve left their thrones They are buried in this valley of dry bones
Blessed all of you with an empty heart For you got nothing from which you cannot part Blessed is the ego It’s all we got this hour
Blessed is the voice that speaks truth to power Blessed is the sex worker who sold her body tonight She used what she got To save her children’s life
Blessed are you, the deaf cannot hear a scream Blessed are the stupid who can dream Blessed are the tin canned cardboard slums Blessed is the spirit that overcomes..."
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Já sabes a minha opinião sobre essa música e esse vídeo... Simplesmente brilhante... Ainda bem que ainda há quem se preocupe! Sabe bem saber isso...***LY
"Souls bent over without a breeze
Blankets on burning trees
I am sick without disease
Nobility on it’s knees
And if the rain came
And if the rain came… now
Would it wash us all away
On a wave of sorrow
Wave
On a wave of sorrow"
Podes crer...esta musica vai ser uma lufada de ar fresco na ajuda à Etiópia, at least i hope so.
Já agora, meto aqui a letra toda, apra quem queira saber:
"Heat haze rising
On hell’s own hill
You wake up this morning
It took an act of will
You walk through the night
To get here today
To bring your children
To give them away
Oh… oh this cruel sun
Is daylight never done
Cruelty just begun
To make a shadow of everyone
And if the rain came
And if the rain came
Souls bent over without a breeze
Blankets on burning trees
I am sick without disease
Nobility on it’s knees
And if the rain came
And if the rain came… now
Would it wash us all away
On a wave of sorrow
Wave
On a wave of sorrow
Where now the holy cities?
Where the ancient holy scrolls?
Where now Emperor Menelek?
And the Queen of Sheba’s gold
You’re my bride, you wear her crown
And on your finger precious stones
As every good thing now been sold
Son, of shepherd boy, now king
What wisdom can you bring?
What lyric would you sing?
Where is the music of the Seraphim?
And if the rain came
And if the rain came… now
Would it wash us all away
On a wave of sorrow
Wave
A wave of sorrow
Wave.
Blessed are the meek who scratch in the dirt
For they shall inherit what’s left of the earth
Blessed are the kings who’ve left their thrones
They are buried in this valley of dry bones
Blessed all of you with an empty heart
For you got nothing from which you cannot part
Blessed is the ego
It’s all we got this hour
Blessed is the voice that speaks truth to power
Blessed is the sex worker who sold her body tonight
She used what she got
To save her children’s life
Blessed are you, the deaf cannot hear a scream
Blessed are the stupid who can dream
Blessed are the tin canned cardboard slums
Blessed is the spirit that overcomes..."
Formidável... Como tudo que esse senhor fazzz. obrigado por me fazeres destas supresas... Adoro-te...
love you too, padrinho ***
e este senhor é, sem duvida, um genio
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