11.12.09
If I ruled the world by leslie bricusse
If I ruled the world
Every day would be
The first day of Spring
Every heart would have
A new song to sing
And we'd sing of the joy
Every morning would bring
If I ruled the world
Every man would be
As free as a bird
Every voice would be
A voice to be heard
Take my word
We would treasure each day
That occurred
My world would be
A beautiful place
Where we would weave
Such a wonderful dream
My world would wear
A smile on its face
Like the man in the moon
When the moon beams
If I ruled the world
Every man would say
The world was his friend
There'd be happiness
That no man could end
No my friend
Not if I ruled the world
Every head
Would be held up high
There'd be sunshine
In everyone's sky
If day ever dawned
When I ruled the world
Every day would be
The first day of Spring
Every heart would have
A new song to sing
And we'd sing of the joy
Every morning would bring
If I ruled the world
Every man would be
As free as a bird
Every voice would be
A voice to be heard
Take my word
We would treasure each day
That occurred
My world would be
A beautiful place
Where we would weave
Such a wonderful dream
My world would wear
A smile on its face
Like the man in the moon
When the moon beams
If I ruled the world
Every man would say
The world was his friend
There'd be happiness
That no man could end
No my friend
Not if I ruled the world
Every head
Would be held up high
There'd be sunshine
In everyone's sky
If day ever dawned
When I ruled the world
egberto gismonti
mais que a paixão
Não espere de mim nada mais que a paixão
Não espere nada de mais do meu coração
Que bate, rebate e grita
Geme, chora e se agita
Sambando nas cordas bambas de uma viola vadia
Não espere encontrar numa canção
Nada além de um sonho, nada além de uma ilusão
Talvez, quem sabe, a verdade
A infinita vontade de arrancar
De dentro da noite a barra clara do dia
letra: José Carlos Pádua
Não espere de mim nada mais que a paixão
Não espere nada de mais do meu coração
Que bate, rebate e grita
Geme, chora e se agita
Sambando nas cordas bambas de uma viola vadia
Não espere encontrar numa canção
Nada além de um sonho, nada além de uma ilusão
Talvez, quem sabe, a verdade
A infinita vontade de arrancar
De dentro da noite a barra clara do dia
letra: José Carlos Pádua
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