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A Música Portuguesa

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A Música Portuguesa

Em terras Em todas as fronteiras Seja bem vindo quem vier por bem Se alguém houver que não queira Trá-lo contigo também

 

Letra

 

It was a cold heart break that caught up with me. I was under the spell

that as death grew near I could pretend it was hardly my prayer

There’s a lonesome cry that parts with my mouth, when I confess

That all I did was tending my shame for closing my hands

Around my last word

Around my last word

I’ll confide in the roots down here: Entwined with my hope, my heart was a well

Where I lost myself, where I lost myself, when I swam to the bottom

 

Right as rain, I am the colour of nothing, I’m at the right of no one.

So I will lose myself, oh I will lose myself for the hand on my shoulder

You have my last word

You have my last word

 

When it’s over and done, you’ll be second to no one

 

Right as Rain, I’m the colour of nothing

 

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