Tulkojums: Ticība. Grieķu Boat Live At RRV.
cheio, ta?o cheio, cheio, cheio Mas o que e que eu vou fazer Eu vou para longe, para muito longe Fazer-me ao mar, num dia negro Vou embarcar, num barco grego
Onde te escondes? Por distancias longinquas como horizontes Desespero por ti O mundo que eu nao quero viver sem o calor Sentir o amor transmitido por
Achas que a vida tem sentido Sem a pessoa que realmente amas Pois entao ai e que te enganas Viver sem ti e um sacrificio Tornaste-te o meu maior vicio
Diga o que disser estas la para me entender Es indescritivel posso dizer Sorriso de orelha a orelha caracteriza-te Meu bem que mais posso dizer para
Estou perdido sem ti Quem me dera que estivesses ao pe de mim Preciso de ti a meu lado Sem ti o meu amor e condenado Tu es o meu pao de cada dia Sem
Como sera que eu posso descobrir O que esta para alem do horizonte Aquela linha que de mim se esconde Que nao me deixa ver atraves dela Como sera o
Sinto-me desorientado, desamparado Sentido por tudo aquilo que tenho perdido Parece que nada faz sentido O Mundo cada vez mais incerto As vezes pergunto
There was beer all over the dance floor And the band was playin' rhythm and blues You got down and did the gator And half an hour later, you were barfin
Music by ?? Produced by Chris Thomas Recorded 1969 at EMI Studios, Abbey Road Never released (The Bread And Beer Band) [instrumental]
Tired old man you're a wastin' slowly battling grey and blue, Built your empire as a shell so nobody prays on you, Remember when you were fresh and bitter
My driftin' memory goes back to the spring of '43 When I was just a child in momma's arms My daddy plowed the ground and prayed someday he could leave
Whispers of ancients buried by dust, Echoes of ages in canyons of rust, Is heaven so lonely? I'll know soon enough Cold as the clay, dark as a mine,
Went out last night to take a little round, I met a little Sadie and I blowed her down, Bummed a ride home, got in to bed, 44 smokeless under my head
Oh the lilies were laid on the marble in the field where the ancestors lay, And the forest was dark and primeval but the boughs seemed to cradle as they
Down in the holler there's a thriving town A treasure trove that makes the world go 'round, When the city barons bring their legal papers and guns, Oh
Talk about suffering here below And let's keep a-loving Jesus. Talk about suffering here below And let's keep a-following Jesus. Oh, can't you hear it
