The Corrs - No Frontiers
Esta é das mais antiguinhas, mas daquelas que mais gosto... Se bem que escolher uma das músicas dos The Corrs que seja a minha preferida seja algo praticamente impossível, mas de uma selecção para um Best Of esta estaria lá com a máxima das certezas... Espero que gostem tanto (ou quase tanto) quanto eu...
O facto mais curioso desta música é não ser cantada pela vocalista, Andrea, mas sim pelas suas duas manas, Caroline e Shannon...
Aproveito ainda para deixar a dica a quem gosta de ver o concerto Unplugged na MTV que está 5 estrelas... Sem dúvida o melhor DVD da banda... Se bem que ao vivo é ainda mais arrepiante (falando daqui a voz da experiência :P)... Sem dúvida uma noite para recordar...
O facto mais curioso desta música é não ser cantada pela vocalista, Andrea, mas sim pelas suas duas manas, Caroline e Shannon...
Aproveito ainda para deixar a dica a quem gosta de ver o concerto Unplugged na MTV que está 5 estrelas... Sem dúvida o melhor DVD da banda... Se bem que ao vivo é ainda mais arrepiante (falando daqui a voz da experiência :P)... Sem dúvida uma noite para recordar...
NO FRONTIERS
If life is a river and your heart is a boat
And just like a water baby, born to float,
And if life is a wild wind that blows way on high,
And your heart is amelia dying to fly,
Heaven knows no frontiers and I’ve seen heaven in your eyes
And if life is a bar room in which we must wait,
’round the man with his fingers on the ivory gates,
Where we sing until dawn of our fears and our fates,
And we stack all the dead men in self addressed crates,
In your eyes faint as the singing of a lark,
That somehow this black night,
Feels warmer for the spark,
Warmer for the spark,
To hold us ’til the day,
When fear will lose it’s grip,
And heaven has it’s way,
Heaven knows no frontiers,
And I’ve seen heaven in your eyes
If your life is a rough bed of brambles and nails,
And your spirit’s a slave to man’s whips and man’s jails,
Where you thirst and you hunger for justice and right,
And your heart is a pure flame of man’s constant night,
In your eyes faint as the singing of a lark,
That somehow this black night,
Feels warmer for the spark,
Warmer for the spark,
To hold us ’til the day when fear will lose it’s grip,
And heaven has it’s way,
And heaven has it’s way,
When all will harmonise,
And know what’s in our hearts,
The dream will realise
Heaven knows no frontiers,
And I’ve seen heaven in your eyes,
Heaven knows no frontiers,
And I’ve seen heaven in your eyes
And just like a water baby, born to float,
And if life is a wild wind that blows way on high,
And your heart is amelia dying to fly,
Heaven knows no frontiers and I’ve seen heaven in your eyes
And if life is a bar room in which we must wait,
’round the man with his fingers on the ivory gates,
Where we sing until dawn of our fears and our fates,
And we stack all the dead men in self addressed crates,
In your eyes faint as the singing of a lark,
That somehow this black night,
Feels warmer for the spark,
Warmer for the spark,
To hold us ’til the day,
When fear will lose it’s grip,
And heaven has it’s way,
Heaven knows no frontiers,
And I’ve seen heaven in your eyes
If your life is a rough bed of brambles and nails,
And your spirit’s a slave to man’s whips and man’s jails,
Where you thirst and you hunger for justice and right,
And your heart is a pure flame of man’s constant night,
In your eyes faint as the singing of a lark,
That somehow this black night,
Feels warmer for the spark,
Warmer for the spark,
To hold us ’til the day when fear will lose it’s grip,
And heaven has it’s way,
And heaven has it’s way,
When all will harmonise,
And know what’s in our hearts,
The dream will realise
Heaven knows no frontiers,
And I’ve seen heaven in your eyes,
Heaven knows no frontiers,
And I’ve seen heaven in your eyes
1 comentário:
Também é das minhas preferidas deles, senão a minha preferida mesmo... Não sabia dessa parte das irmãs! Boa! Muito gira a música...
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