terça-feira, 21 de junho de 2011


Blowin' In The Wind
Bob Dylan

hoje essa música não me sai da cabeça. Junto a ela me vem o cheiro de rosas da Torre Negra - minha companhia dos 16 anos. Dias singularmente nostálgicos.


How many roads must a man walk down,
Before you can call him a man?
How many seas must a white dove sail,
Before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes, and how many times must cannonballs fly,
Before they're forever banned?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind

Yes, and how many years can a mountain exist,
Before it's washed to the seas (sea)
Yes, and how many years can some people exist,
Before they're allowed to be free?
Yes, and how many times can a man turn his head,
And pretend that he just doesn't see?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind

Um comentário:

  1. pouca gente sabe, mas bob dylan na verda é um extraterrestre (o q explica a sua capacidade mais-que-humana de compor)

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