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quinta-feira, 11 de setembro de 2003

Forma de estar...

  Não sabia o que havia de escrever, e pensei em escrever uma música que me diz muito.
  Espero que gostem...

You may write me down in history
With your bitter twisted lies
You may trod me down in very dirt
And still like the dust I'll rise

Does my happiness upset you
Why are you best with gloom
Cause I laugh like I've got an oil well
Pumpin' in my living room

So you may shoot me with your words
You may cut me with your eyes
And I'll rise
I'll rise
I'll rise
Out of the shacks of history's shame
Up from the past rooted in pain
I'll rise
I'll rise
I'll rise

Now did you want to see me broken
Bowed head and lowered eyes
Shoulders fallen down like tear drops
Weakened by my soulful cries

Does my confidence upset you
Don't you take it awful hard
Cause I walk like I've got a diamond mine
Breakin up in my front yard

So you may shoot me with your words
You may cut me with your eyes
And I'll rise
I'll rise
I'll rise
Out of the shacks of history's shame
Up from the past rooted in pain
I'll rise
I'll rise
I'll rise


        Adaptação feita por Ben Harper
        do poema "And Still I Rise"
        de Maya Angelou

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