quarta-feira, abril 04, 2007

A poesia abunda por toda parte.



MLK

Essa letra abaixo não é minha, infelizmente.

U2 - Pride (In The Name Of Love)

One man come in the name of love
One man come and go.
One man come he to justify
One man to overthrow.

In the name of love
What more in the name of love.
In the name of love
What more in the name of love.

One man caught on a barbed wire fence
One man he resist
One man washed up on an empty beach
One man betrayed with a kiss.

In the name of love
What more in the name of love.
In the name of love
What more in the name of love.

Early morning, April four
Shot rings out in the Memphis sky.
Free at last, they took your life
They could not take your pride.

In the name of love
What more in the name of love.
In the name of love
What more in the name of love.

5 Comments:

Blogger Zarastruta said...

E esta abaixo just give me the freaks. Que coisa louca: "See the face of fear running scared in the valley below
". Não consigo ver tradução, acho que só serve em inglês mesmo, como Leãozinho só serve em português. Só perde em assombramento para o Hotel California.

Bullet the Blue Sky
U2

In the howling wind comes a stinging rain
See it driving nails into souls on the tree of pain
from the firefly, a red orange glow
See the face of fear running scared in the valley below

Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue
Bullet the blue

In the locust wind comes a rattle and hum
Jacob wrestled the angel and the angel was overcome
Plant a demon seed, you raise a flower of fire
See them burning crosses, see the flames, higher and higher

Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue
Bullet the blue

This guy comes up to me
His face red like a rose on a thorn bush
Like all the colors of a royal flush
And hes peeling off those dollar bills
Slapping them down
One hundred, two hundred
And I can see those fighter planes
And I can see those fighter planes
Across the mud huts where the children sleep
Through the alleys of a quiet city street
Take the staircase to the first floor
Turn the key and slowly unlock the door
As a man breathes into a saxophone
Through the walls we hear the city groan
Outside its america
Outside its america

Across the field you see the sky ripped open
See the rain come through the gaping wound
Pounding on the women and children who run into the arms of america

11:50 PM  
Blogger Edge said...

que coisa. duas 'obras' no mesmo post :)
Grande, a minha irma disse-me que te viu num lancamento cultural. O escritor é tio do namorado dela.

mundinho pequeno esse, hein? (ou o clube q é seleto como vc diz )

9:14 AM  
Blogger Edge said...

Z,
they are gathering for the feast !!
He said:you can checkin anytime, but you can never leave.

9:17 AM  
Blogger Hemeterio said...

Z;

Um cara disse que traduzir um texto era como ver uma tapete pelo lado de baixo. Maldade, maldade.

Edge;

Cara, não reconheci tua irmã! Sou um pústula mesmo!

7:20 PM  
Anonymous Suderland said...

O Bono é fã das letras do Bob Dylan... Ao se ver letras como essa, percebe-se que o Bono também se esmera para deixar boas letras na cena pop.
Eu sou fã das letras do Bono.

12:17 PM  

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