Mostrar mensagens com a etiqueta Sting. Mostrar todas as mensagens
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domingo, outubro 02, 2011

If I Ever Lose My Faith In You



Mr. Sting, the Russians love their children too



Russians - Sting

In Europe and America, there's a growing feeling of hysteria
Conditioned to respond to all the threats
In the rhetorical speeches of the Soviets
Mr. Krushchev said we will bury you
I don't subscribe to this point of view
It would be such an ignorant thing to do
If the Russians love their children too

How can I save my little boy from Oppenheimer's deadly toy
There is no monopoly in common sense
On either side of the political fence
We share the same biology
Regardless of ideology
Believe me when I say to you
I hope the Russians love their children too

There is no historical precedent
To put the words in the mouth of the President
There's no such thing as a winnable war
It's a lie we don't believe anymore
Mr. Reagan says we will protect you
I don't subscribe to this point of view
Believe me when I say to you
I hope the Russians love their children too

We share the same biology
Regardless of ideology
What might save us, me, and you
Is if the Russians love their children too

Sting: uma rosa no deserto



Desert Rose - Sting & Sheb Mami

Cheb Mami - Algerian Arabic:
Hadaee mada tawila
Wa ana nahos ana wahala ghzalti
Wa ana nahos ana wahala ghzalti
Wa ana nahos ana wahala ghzalti
English:
Oh night oh night
It has been a long time
And I am looking for myself and my loved one
And I am looking for myself and my loved one
And I am looking for myself and my loved one

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of fire
Those dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire
And in the flames
Her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire

This desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

And as she turns
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burns
I realize that nothing's as it seems

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of rain
I lift my gaze to empty skies above
I close my eyes
This rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of her love

Cheb Mami - Algerian Arabic:
Aman aman aman
Omry feek antia
Ma ghair antia
Ma ghair antia
English:
Aman aman aman
My life is for you
And no one other than you
And no one other than you

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

Sweet desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

Sweet desert rose
This memory of Eden haunts us all
This desert flower
This rare perfume, is the sweet intoxication of the fall

Cheb Mami - Algerian Arabic:
Ya lili ah ya leel
English:
Oh night oh night

Every Breath You Take

Sting - 60 anos!

Gordon Matthew Thomas Sumner, CBE (Newcastle, 2 de Outubro de 1951), mais conhecido pelo seu nome artístico, Sting, é um músico, cantor e actor inglês. Natural de Wallsend, em North Tyneside, antes de sua carreira solo foi o principal compositor, cantor e baixista da banda de rock The Police. Vendeu ao longo de sua carreira mais de 100 milhões de discos, e recebeu dezasseis Prémios Grammy por seu trabalho, incluindo o seu primeiro, por "melhor performance instrumental de rock", em 1981, e recebeu uma indicação ao Oscar de melhor canção original.

quinta-feira, junho 09, 2011

Sing cantando com Anoushka Shankar


Sea Dreamer


Same tide that drew me closer
Pushed me far away
I held the hand that lit the dark night
Nothing I could say
I was on the outside
I was waiting for a sign
I set a course for a hidden island
That lay beyond the deceiving silence
I was on the dark side
I was sailing towards the light
I made my way through a sea of silence
A pirates life for a worthless diamond


I try and listen to the music when the ocean breathes
Wish that I could build a bridge across the sea
And the secrets of the moonlight would carry me
To where the sun meets the water and the sky breaks free
Thats where Ill be


Same sign that drew me closer,
Jealous howling wind
Memory of a safer shoreline
never found again
I was on the outside
I was waiting for the light
I fought my way through a sea of violence
But you never heard me scream in silence
I was on the dark side
I was sailing through the night
Playing cards at the devils table
I lost my hand to a handless ???


Every time I hear the music where the ocean breathes
Made me wish that I could build a bridge across the seas
And the secrets of the moonlight would carry me
To where the sun meets the water and the sky breaks free


I was on the outside
I was waiting for a sign
I set a course for a hidden island
That lay beyond the deceiving silence


Every time I hear the music where the ocean breathes
Made me wish that I could build a bridge across the seas
And the secrets of the moonlight would carry me
To where the sun meets the water and the sky breaks free


Ill be on the outside
Far beyond the rising tide
Youll be searching far and wide
But youre lost in all the???
When you sail to find me
Let the wind remind thee
A shipwrecked sailor that was saved by a maiden
Was sent out to sea
Thats where Ill be
A million, million miles away
A sea dreamer til my dying day.

quinta-feira, janeiro 13, 2011

Música dos anos noventa para geopedrados


If I Ever Lose My Faith In You

You could say I lost my faith in science and progress
You could say I lost my belief in the holy church
You could say I lost my sense of direction
You could say all of this and worse but

If I ever lose my faith in you
There'd be nothing left for me to do

Some would say I was a lost man in a lost world
You could say I lost my faith in the people on TV
You could say I'd lost my belief in our politicians
They all seemed like game show hosts to me

If I ever lose my faith in you
There'd be nothing left for me to do

I could be lost inside their lies without a trace
But every time I close my eyes I see your face

I never saw no miracle of science
That didn't go from a blessing to a curse
I never saw no military solution
That didn't always end up as something worse but
Let me say this first

If I ever lose my faith in you
There'd be nothing left for me to do

sábado, outubro 02, 2010

O cantor Sting nasceu há 59 anos

Gordon Matthew Thomas Sumner, CBE (Newcastle, 2 de Outubro de 1951), mais conhecido pelo seu nome artístico, Sting, é um músico, cantor e actor inglês. Natural de Wallsend, em North Tyneside, antes de sua carreira solo foi o principal compositor, cantor e baixista da banda de rock The Police. Vendeu ao longo de sua carreira mais de 100 milhões de discos, e recebeu dezasseis Prémios Grammy por seu trabalho, incluindo o seu primeiro, por "melhor performance instrumental de rock", em 1981, e recebeu uma indicação ao Oscar de melhor canção original.


sexta-feira, abril 16, 2010

Música para geopedrados




Now look at them yo-yo's that's the way you do it
You play the guitar on the MTV
That ain't workin' that's the way you do it
Money for nothin' and chicks for free

Now that ain't workin' that's the way you do it
Lemme tell ya them guys ain't dumb
Maybe get a blister on your little finger
Maybe get a blister on your thumb

We gotta install microwave ovens
Custom kitchen deliveries
We gotta move these refrigerators
We gotta move these colour TV's

I shoulda learned to play the guitar
I shoulda learned to play them drums
Look at that mama, she got it stickin' in the camera
Man we could have some fun

And he's up there, what's that? Hawaiian noises?
Bangin' on the bongoes like a chimpanzee
That ain't workin' that's the way you do it
Get your money for nothin' get your chicks for free

We gotta install microwave ovens
Custom kitchen deliveries
We gotta move these refrigerators
We gotta move these colour TV's, Lord

Now that ain't workin' that's the way you do it
You play the guitar on the MTV
That ain't workin' that's the way you do it
Money for nothin' and your chicks for free
Money for nothin' and chicks for free

Money for nothin' and your chicks for free

terça-feira, julho 21, 2009

Walking on the Moon with The Police




Giant steps are what you take
Walking on the moon
I hope my legs dont break
Walking on the moon
We could walk for ever
Walking on the moon
We could live together
Walking on, walking on the moon

Walking back from your house
Walking on the moon
Walking back from your house
Walking on the moon
Feet they hardly touch the ground
Walking on the moon
My feet dont hardly make no sound
Walking on, walking on the moon

Some may say
Im wishing my days away, no way
And if its the price I pay, some say
Tomorrows another day, youll stay
I may as well play

Giant steps are what you take
Walking on the moon
I hope my legs dont break
Walking on the moon
We could walk for ever
Walking on the moon
We could be together
Walking on, walking on the moon

Some may say
Im wishing my days away no way
And if its the price I pay, some say
Tomorrows another day, youll stay
I may as well play