Yes...
I can’t believe the news today
Oh, I can’t close my eyes and make it go away
How long...
How long must we sing this song?
How long? how long...
’cause tonight...we can be as one
Tonight...
Broken bottles under children’s feet
Bodies strewn across the dead end street
But I won’t heed the battle call
It puts my back up
Puts my back up against the wall
Sunday, bloody sunday
Sunday, bloody sunday
Sunday, bloody sunday (sunday bloody sunday...)
(allright lets go!)
And the battle’s just begun
There’s many lost, but tell me who has won
The trench is dug within our hearts
And mothers, children, brothers, sisters torn apart
Sunday, bloody sunday
Sunday, bloody sunday
How long...
How long must we sing this song?
How long? how long...
’cause tonight...we can be as one
Tonight...
Tonight...
Sunday, bloody sunday (tonight)
Tonight
Sunday, bloody sunday (tonight)
(come get some!)
Wipe the tears from your eyes
Wipe your tears away
Wipe your tears away
I wipe your tears away
(sunday, bloody sunday)
I wipe your blood shot eyes
(sunday, bloody sunday)
Sunday, bloody sunday (sunday, bloody sunday)
Sunday, bloody sunday (sunday, bloody sunday)
(here I come!)
And it’s true we are immune
When fact is fiction and tv reality
And today the millions cry
We eat and drink while tomorrow they die
The real battle yet begun (sunday, bloody sunday)
To claim the victory jesus won (sunday, bloody sunday)
On...
Sunday bloody sunday
Sunday bloody sunday...
(come get some!)
Wipe the tears from your eyes
Wipe your tears away
Wipe your tears away
I wipe your tears away
(sunday, bloody sunday)
I wipe your blood shot eyes
(sunday, bloody sunday)
Sunday, bloody sunday (sunday, bloody sunday)
Sunday, bloody sunday (sunday, bloody sunday)
(here I come!)
And it’s true we are immune
When fact is fiction and tv reality
And today the millions cry
We eat and drink while tomorrow they die
The real battle yet begun (sunday, bloody sunday)
To claim the victory jesus won (sunday, bloody sunday)
On...
Sunday bloody sunday
Sunday bloody sunday...
E da Ilha Esmeralda, ainda partida em duas, num mundo a enlouquecer, surge um sussurro de esperança.
“This song is not a rebel song”
É! Parece que nunca foi mesmo...
“This song is not a rebel song”
É! Parece que nunca foi mesmo...
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1 comentário:
On : 7/31/2005 5:21:45 PM mocho falante (www) said:
Bel canção, com um belo poema... confesso que não morro de amor por eles mas esta musica é de facto uma strong song
On : 8/1/2005 9:37:39 AM mysticat (www) said:
são estas pequenas coisas que restauram a minha fé na raça humana.
Li no outro dia que:
"IRA now stands for I Renouce Arms"
bonito não esperava viver para ver isto.
beijinhos e boa semana.
away again*
On : 8/1/2005 4:12:20 PM Hipatia (www) said:
É sim, Mocho. E, para mim, fez todo o sentido deixar para comentar no Domingo, ao som dela, a decisão unilateral do IRA para depor (de vez, após um longo cessar fogo) as armas.
On : 8/1/2005 4:13:54 PM Hipatia (www) said:
No meio do caos, de tanto bombista, de tanta guerrilha a cobrar mais e mais inocentes, foi bonito mesmo de ver, Misty.
Beijinhos e diverte-te (again )
On : 8/1/2005 6:14:32 PM Zu (www) said:
Eu só espero que a promessa seja para cumprir. De uma vez por todas.
On : 8/2/2005 7:31:46 AM Hipatia (www) said:
Também eu, Zu. Mas a verdade é que estavam a cumprir o cessar fogo. Haja esperança!
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