/ E a chorar de alegria / Na teia da Criacao / Alguem deu um no errado / Eu respondi-lhe que nao / Os nos da contradicao / Sao o misterio do Fado / Tocou
dois / e me levasse / pra te encontrar / dias depois / Mas deixa la / Dizem que ha / na nossa solidao / uma esperanca qualquer / um misterio lunar /
Manuel Paulo (Instrumental)
Acabaram-se os misterios E eu nao tenho ilusoes Pois e tudo e como sempre foi E nao ha nada que eu possa mudar Tinha procurado tanto Tinha olhado em todo
triste / E a chorar de alegria / Na teia da Criacao / Alguem deu um no errado / Eu respondi-lhe que nao / Os nos da contradicao / Sao o misterio do Fado
nos dois / e me levasse / pra te encontrar / dias depois / Mas deixa la / Dizem que ha / na nossa solidao / uma esperanca qualquer / um misterio lunar
dois / e me levasse / pra te encontrar / dias depois / Mas deixa la / Dizem que ha / na nossa solidao / uma esperanca qualquer / um misterio lunar / Mas
: Manuel Paulo (Instrumental)
E a chorar de alegria / Na teia da Criacao / Alguem deu um no errado / Eu respondi-lhe que nao / Os nos da contradicao / Sao o misterio do Fado / Tocou
I only wanna make you smile And you only wanna make my know That you wanna see the way I love And I only wanna let it show I was young and new to the
It's the mystery of inequity Said it's the misery of inequity Said it's the history of inequity When it all, all falls down Telling you all, it all falls
Baby I can't make it straight My boots got stuck and I can't wait You're the one who's got no tongue Look and see which way it's run Man alive, I can'
Well if it ain't your time to go Then you'd better stay put for now 'cause everybody's gotta do their time until it's time And if it ain't broken, then
Yeah yeah Yeah I thought I knew you, baby But seems that I don't, I don't know you at all One thing is for sure, you're so bad And then again, when
He was lying banged and battered, skewered and bleeding Talking crippled on the cross Was His mind reeling and heaving, hallucinating Fleeing what a loss
Do I Exude An air of mystery Not quite I don't want to be To be deluded I hate delusion Well if it's not enough for you What am I expected to do One
You come out in night That's when the energy comes And the dark side's light And the vampires roam Struts your rasta wear And your suicide poem And a
