ser arlequim E brincar o carnaval Viver uma fantasia real Sou um triste pierrot mal-amado Mestre-sala desacompanhado Um bufao no salao a cantar... Colombina
sempre ser arlequim E brincar o carnaval Viver uma fantasia real Sou um triste pierrot mal-amado Mestre-sala desacompanhado Um bufao no salao a cantar... Colombina
Soft as a dove Touching the hand that lays next to me Innocent light Leading us through a moment in time Then you came home I let you cry like a father
Rain come down for days makes such thunder This old house can't take that much more And it just might Take you and me under Makin' such a great commotion
(Robert B. Ferguson) When troubles surround us, when evils come The body grows weak The spirit grows numb When these things beset us, God doesn't
The great British mistake was looking for a way out, Was getting complacent, not noticing The pulse was racing. The mistake was fighting. The change,
On the way into this world, our soul was born in two Searching for you, I been searching for you Where ya been, where ya running to Where ya got to go
What goes around, comes around In his own iniquity he dies, through Columbian ties Faded back to the essence, still forced to learn a lesson All debts
On the wings of a snow white dove he sends his pure sweet love A sign from above on the wings of a dove When troubles surround us when evils come the
Why all these bugles cry These squads of young men drill To kill and to be killed Stood waiting by the train Why the orders loud and hoarse Why the engine
Egyptian song singer how it's always been Only crystal legends know I've lost the Kissing Ring The ring was golden small, unseen to those who crawl
Once upon a time, I got this idea That the world was round like me So I asked the Queen for three fine ships To sail across the sea So I asked the Queen
Well they say time loves a hero But only time will tell If he's real, he's a legend from heaven If he ain't he was sent here from hell Hear me well,
On the wings of a snow-white dove He sends His pure sweet love A sign from above (sign from above) On the wings of a dove (wings of a dove) When troubles
Tossin' hair a-ravin' Eyes of flashin' blue All the livin' that you're savin' Won't buy you dreams for you Cut yourself a columbine Tear it from the
Take time for your pleasure And laugh with love Take the hand of another And sing for the wings of a dove Woah woah, for the wings of a dove Woah woah
Once ive drawn my final painful breath, and disfigured any beauty my mind has of you. This princess of pain can be ended elegantly. With no distaste
On the wings of a snow-white dove He sends His pure sweet love A sign from above On the wings of a dove When Noah had drifted on the flood many days