Oh oh oh oh Sente a energia do nosso calor Sabe que a gente se enquadra E a nossa oração é o som do tambor Laiá laiá ih Fecha comigo, me faz um favor Sai pra pra curtir um som com o papai do céu É nessa viagem que eu fico a vontade e com a minha bagagem

He's not afraid of your judgment He's a little bit afraid of dyin' But he's a lot more afraid of your lyin' We've got nothing to fear but fear itself Not pain, not failure, not fatal tragedy? Not the faulty units in this mad machinery? Not the broken

Just sing little darling, sing with me I'll be your Emmylou and I'll be your June If you'll be my Gram and my Johnny too No, I'm not asking much of you Oh the bitter winds are coming in And I'm already missing the summer Stockholm's cold but I've been

I will not vanish and you will not scare me Try to get through it, try to bounce to it All the while thinking I might as well do it They be lovin' someone and I'm not that stupid Take the next ticket to take the next train Why would I do it? And you

O meu coração tem medo De sofrer sem teus carinhos Nada vai poder nos separar Te levar ao paraíso Vai ser lindo pra recomeçar Eu e você, o céu e o mar Não vou conseguir me acostumar As lembranças do teu beijo Vão ficar aqui comigo

Um dia bom, um dia besta Laiá laiá laiá laiá Desses em que a gente deixa tudo pra depois Protagonizado por nós dois Vem ver, amor O dia que se levantou pra gente Não se assuste Se eu exagerar e imaginar uma imensidão de planos Melhor deixar rolar, eu sei

The only way Is all the way! I won't give another soul to you! I won't give another life to you! Watch those idiosyncrasies! Watch all the idiots fall on me! Running out of ways to get outta the way! Take another shot just to stay the same! But I need

Selling hope to the hopeless, ready to bleed them dry, and take their dignity So get up on your stage and say they need what you have, When your words mean nothing to you or me We know that you're faking it You may have them fooled Will they see it's

I've got a little black book with my poems in Got a bag with a toothbrush and a comb in When I'm a good dog, they sometimes throw me a bone in I got elastic bands keepin' my shoes on Got those swollen-hand blues I got thirteen channels of shit on the

Throw ya hands up (Ella se luce pa que la vea) (Se menea se menea) (Bailando te rodea) Do you really wanna ride? You know she'll get it, get it Do you really wanna ride? Any way you feel it, feel it Do you really wanna ride? Let's ride