Traduzione: Luiz Bonfa. Tempo di carcere.
Gloria a ti neste dia de gloria gloria a ti redentor que ha cem anos nossos pais conduziste a vitoria pelos mares e campos baianos desta sagrada colina
Take a trip abroad if you're poor or bored There's money if you can be bought Live in a trance, swallow one by one And hope the customs will not pounce
Can't think what to think Can't think what to say Can't seem to live my life From now or day to day No, yes:.etc. Now I'm going mad At all the fun I'
Can't pay tax Won't pay tax No poll tax -Cos we're all skint -We're on the dole -Cos they don't care -The future is grim It's pretty simple, no poll
When you hear the news What makes you think? Do you make your own views, Do you look for the link? Does it really matter what you say? Will it really
There comes a time when you got to choose The way of life or a change of views To turn around and walk away A misconception made everyday People seem
Give a man a uniform He'll give you a hard time Educate you about AIDS The new moralistic crime Things they never dreamed of When they were a youth No
Look out of my window What do I see? A spawny-eyed omelette fish Looking at me Nicholas:Nicholas
World stock market built on trust One lying bastard and the thing goes bust Selling each other's stocks and shares Real green cash for he who cares Selling
You were my first love Not the kissing kind You did not laugh You did not lie We were a bonfire Burning with stories We pooled our glories Yeah we piled
Aquatic fortitude! Unscathed and witless, below the hopes and fears of robotic fixtures. Proposed to the fluent lovers, hopeless romantics enthralled
I don't wanna know My only daughter's on my mind She's got curly blond and I have straight brown I remember her hair, it smelled like bonfire Her jawbone
Lavagem do Bonfim, quinta-feira Sai da Conceicao da Praia a primeira Talagada de batida na Praca Cairu Levanta a pista ao alto o Lacerda Mais parece
Los dados estan en el aire, es de noche y arde que las heria sangren que las musas bailen que los ojos hablen que demonios canten... mori es de debile
He encontrado un cielo vertical Un costado, no me hace la mitad He calusurado este lado para ti He ensuciado lo sagrado por seguir He intentado que todo
Respira il vento soffiando sul falo, ravviva il fuoco sciogliendo oscurita, salta un ragazzo oltre le fiamme, le grida dei compagni sono gia lontane
Madre coraggio/Padre pazienza Dammi la forza/Offrimi udienza Porgimi il pane Versami il vino Apri le porte del mio destino Mostrami ancora la giusta
