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| Abraham In Promised Land ~ Andrew Bowers |
Ah... é este o Trato
Tradução de Eduardo Miranda
O céu enviou-nos a terra prometida
Daqui donde estou parece de boa medida
Porque sou o cara olhando de fora para dentro
Espero que o primeiro passo seja suave
Mostre-me onde é guardada a chave
Ponha-me agora no caminho que é chegada a hora
De deixar-me entrar, tirar-me deste lugar friolento
Trasformar meu chumbo em ouro, num alento,
Pois em minha alma fria sopra um eterno vento
E eu acho que estou envelhecendo
Esbanje a grana
Ah... é este o trato?
Tenho que sobreviver até o próximo prato
Tente levar as coisas como esperado
Milha após milha
Tantas pedra no caminho
Você se vira para conversar, mas está sozinho
Abandonado, e longe, muito longe do seu ninho
Então deixe-me entrar, tire-me deste lugar friolento
Trasforme meu chumbo em ouro, num alento
Pois em minha alma fria sopra um eterno vento
E eu acho que estou envelhecendo
Chama bela à luz de velas
E eu ao lado dela
Poderíamos esquecer todas mazelas
Mencionaram a terra prometida em vão
Agarrei-a com as duas mãos
Agora sou o cara olhando de dentro para fora
E agora? Grito "Hey, venha cá para dentro!
Quais são as novidades? O quê anda fazendo?"
Pois em minha alma não sobrou nenhum vento
E eu, envelhecido, perdi meu momento.
Wot's...uh the Deal
Roger Waters, David Gilmour - Pink Floyd
Heaven sent the promised land
Looks alright from where I stand
Cause I'm the man on the outside looking in
Waiting on the first step
Show where the key is kept
Point me down the right line because it's time
To let me in from the cold
Turn my lead into gold
Cause there's chill wind blowing in my soul
And I think I'm growing old
Flash the readies
Wot's...uh the deal?
Got to make to the next meal
Try to keep up with the turning of the wheel.
Mile after mile
Stone after stone
Turn to speak but you're alone
Million mile from home you're on your own
So let me in from the cold
Turn my lead into gold
Cause there's chill wind blowing in my soul
And I think I'm growing old
Fire bright by candlelight
And her by my side
And if she prefers we will never stir again
Someone said the promised land
And I grabbed it with both hands
Now I'm the man on the inside looking out
Hear me shout "Come on in,
What's the news and where you been?"
Cause there's no wind left in my soul
And I've grown old.
Roger Waters, David Gilmour - Pink Floyd
Heaven sent the promised land
Looks alright from where I stand
Cause I'm the man on the outside looking in
Waiting on the first step
Show where the key is kept
Point me down the right line because it's time
To let me in from the cold
Turn my lead into gold
Cause there's chill wind blowing in my soul
And I think I'm growing old
Flash the readies
Wot's...uh the deal?
Got to make to the next meal
Try to keep up with the turning of the wheel.
Mile after mile
Stone after stone
Turn to speak but you're alone
Million mile from home you're on your own
So let me in from the cold
Turn my lead into gold
Cause there's chill wind blowing in my soul
And I think I'm growing old
Fire bright by candlelight
And her by my side
And if she prefers we will never stir again
Someone said the promised land
And I grabbed it with both hands
Now I'm the man on the inside looking out
Hear me shout "Come on in,
What's the news and where you been?"
Cause there's no wind left in my soul
And I've grown old.
