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domingo, agosto 15, 2004

O Girassol e a música 1

Certa vez o girassol conversou com a Rosa e lhe contou que conhecia um menina triste que adorava compor e cantar. Mas a Rosa lhe disse que ela gostava das músicas alegres e seu lado romântico ansiava por versos de amor concretizado e não de amor perdido.
Mas o girassol sabia que a Rosa também tem um poderoso lado filosófico. Por isso, quando encontrou a menina triste novamente, ele lhe contou sobre a Rosa e pediu-lhe que cantasse uma canção que tivesse um pouco do jeito da Rosa. E ela cantou para o lado filosófico da Rosa.

One Tin Soldier
(Joni Mitchel)

Listen, children, to a story
That was written long ago,
'Bout a kingdom on a mountain
And the valley-folk below.

On the mountain was a treasure
Buried deep beneath the stone,
And the valley-people swore
They'd have it for their very own.

Go ahead and hate your neighbor,
Go ahead and cheat a friend.
Do it in the name of Heaven,
You can justify it in the end.
There won't be any trumpets blowing
Come the judgement day,
On the bloody morning after....
One tin soldier rides away.

So the people of the valley
Sent a message up the hill,
Asking for the buried treasure,
Tons of gold for which they'd kill.

Came an answer from the kingdom,
"With our brothers we will share
All the secrets of our mountain,
All the riches buried there."

Go ahead and hate your neighbor,
Go ahead and cheat a friend.
Do it in the name of heaven,
You can justify it in the end.
There won't be any trumpets blowin',
Come the judgement day.
On the bloody mornin' after...
One Tin Soldier Rides Away.

Now the valley cried with anger,
"Mount your horses! Draw your sword!"
And they killed the mountain-people,
So they won their just reward.

Now they stood beside the treasure,
On the mountain, dark and red.
Turned the stone and looked beneath it...
"Peace on Earth" was all it said.

Go ahead and hate your neighbor,
Go ahead and cheat a friend.
Do it in the name of Heaven,
You can justify it in the end.
There won't be any trumpets blowing
Come the judgement day,
On the bloody morning after....
One tin soldier rides away.

1 Comentários:

Blogger Rosa disse...

A Rosa sorri lisonjeada oela homenagem, mas com o coração a sofrer um pouco (a música lhe pareceu triste como a menina triste ); e se pergunta: "quem ela será ?".

12:22 PM  

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