Dois países diferentes nos visitando nesta tarde de Santana
* Caramurú
Alemanha e Angola no globo. No país africano sempre me vem a idéia do irmão de Bebeto Almeida. Já a pessoa alemã que nos visita quase todo dia é impossível de ser descoberta. Sendo assim vou postar uma bela letra do Scopions, de Hannover, para sensibilizá-lo a revelar a identidade. A música foi inspirada nas mudanças políticas ocorridas no Leste Europeu e Alemanha, no final dos anos 80:
Wind of change
I follow the Moskva
Down to Gorky Park
Listening to the wind of change
An August summer night
Soldiers passing by
Listening to the winds of change
The world is closing in
Did you ever think
That we could be so close, like brothers
The future's in the air
I can feel it everywhere
Blowing with the winds of change
Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow dream away
In the winds of change
Walking down the street
Distant memories
Are buried in the past forever
I follow the Moskva
Down to Gorky Park
Listening to the wind of change
Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow share their dreams
With you and me
Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow dream away
In the winds of change
The wind of change blows straight
Into the face of time
Like a stormwind that will ring
The freedom bell for peace of mind
Let your balalaika sing
What my guitar wants to say
Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow share their dreams
With you and me
Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow dream away
In the winds of change
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