(Chico Buarque - Augusto Boal, 1976) Mirem-se no exemplo daquelas mulheres de Atenas Vivem pros seu maridos, orgulho e raca de Atenas Quando amadas, se
I'm ready for you to fight again. My fists are clenched, and sweating blood. I'll, stand, strong, fighting, until, the end, grasping the win!
Look into the eyes of fear To see the one pain Of this soul my dear The shadows over my head That there is nothing now And will be nothing in the end
Nobody ever said that this was so perfect or so easy and i was the first one to submit all those warnings was it not what you're expecting (quick how
This dream will end and You can have it we will hold ours close Because it is useless to us. Blessed be self inflicted misery, Your blessed wouldn
Forever... is not long enough... for everything... you have for... me... Now this took me by surprise... I can grasp the best part of my life. So
Can you hear me? I am screaming. I am screaming. Can you hear me? Blood is dripping. Nails are piercing Thorns are ripping. Ripping through you I see
Was that you saying something. I probably heard wrong. You couldn't have spoken more clearly to help me along but now it seems complicated, lacked simplicity
Goodbye... Goodnight... Close your eyes... Angel. I gave you the stars, because I can. I tore them from the night. Understand... They're in your hand
We've been broken falling out again. I'll hold my armor close right there next to you. We will stand, holding ourselves, I need you here and I need
Now it's time to come clean Shed all of my vanity The obsession of me I see will end me Am I even worth saving? (I pray, forgiving) Just take me and
[Screams] The day is falling in empty hallways A whisper, shadow, phrases I still fear the words you say If you leave me you'll be studying the inconsistencies
ERNANI Mercé, diletti amici, a tanto amor, mercé. Udite or tutti del mio cor gli affanni; e se voi negherete il vostra aiuto, forse per
Dear friends You are angels and drunks You are magi Old friends You stuck a pin in a map I was in And this is a note for a road sign Cutting the breeze
[Spoken, Italian:] Cari amici soldati i tempi della pace sono passati! (Dear Friends Dear friends soldiers the times of peace are over!) [Taped live
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[Verse 1] Now I don' told this nigga to shut his mouth I guess he wasn't hearin' me I'm beyond this peon, he's scared of me Apparently he don't see that
i can't go on thinking it's all because of me it's wrong to sing this song without a shout to these people that made all of this possible the people i