A keresés eredménye

Mercado Modelo

The Mercado Modelo1 caught fire
But it shouldn't
Where will samba live?
Where am I going to live?
The skies of Bahia went ablaze
My guitar went ablaze
My market of ashes
Will be reborn!
 
The Mercado Modelo caught fire
But it shouldn't
Where will samba live?
Where am I going to live?
The skies of Bahia went ablaze
My guitar went ablaze
My market of ashes
Will be reborn!
 
And today my joy goes on
As my nostalgia rocks me
As if the day became night
A song perishes in the city
Oh... Goodbye samba girl
Oh, goodbye!
Goodbye, boats from the ramp2
Oh, goodbye!
 
Who set fire to my dear Mercado?
(Ah! Who knows!)
Who danced to the wrong steps?
(Ah! Who knows!)
Which path will my serenade take?
(Ah! Who knows!)
Where will my celebrating people go?
(Ah! Who knows!)
 
Who set fire to my dear Mercado?
(Ah! Who knows!)
Who danced to the wrong steps?
(Ah! Who knows!)
Which path will my serenade take?
(Ah! Who knows!)
Where will my celebrating people go?
(Ah! Who knows!)
 
The Mercado Modelo1 caught fire
But it shouldn't
Where will samba live?
Where am I going to live?
The skies of Bahia went ablaze
My guitar went ablaze
My market of ashes
Will be reborn!
 
The Mercado Modelo caught fire
But it shouldn't
Where will samba live?
Where am I going to live?
The skies of Bahia went ablaze
My guitar went ablaze
My market of ashes
Will be reborn!
 
And today my joy goes on
As my nostalgia rocks me
As if the day became night
A song perishes in the city
Oh... Goodbye samba girl
Oh, goodbye!
Goodbye, boats from the ramp2
Oh, goodbye!
 
Who set fire to my dear Mercado?
(Ah! Who knows!)
Who danced to the wrong steps?
(Ah! Who knows!)
Which path will my serenade take?
(Ah! Who knows!)
Where will my celebrating people go?
(Ah! Who knows!)
 
The Mercado Modelo1 caught fire
But it shouldn't
Where will samba live?
Where am I going to live?
The skies of Bahia went ablaze
My guitar went ablaze
My market of ashes
Will be reborn!
 

• It's a popular market in Salvador, Bahia. A landmark known for its crafts, food and souvenir stores
• Rampa do Mercado Modelo is another landmark in Salvador, Bahia. In the past, it was a place where sailboats docked

Puzzle

I try so much red wine and get dizzy
I sing, sit down, take off my belt and tell a story
I've said too much, stare at the party and get furious
But it's a nice rush, I have some cake and move all around
 
I try so much red wine and get dizzy
I sing, sit down, take off my belt and tell a story
I've said too much, stare at the party and get furious
But it's a nice rush, I have some cake and move all around
 
I've waved flags
For this criminal love
I've crossed borders
To get your heart
 
I've waved flags
For this criminal love
I've crossed borders
To get your heart
 
I try so much red wine and get dizzy
I sing, sit down, take off my belt and tell a story
I've said too much, stare at the party and get furious
But it's a nice rush, I have some cake and move all around
 
I try so much red wine and get dizzy
I sing, sit down, take off my belt and tell a story
I've said too much, stare at the party and get furious
But it's a nice rush, I have some cake and move all around
 
I've waved flags
For this criminal love
I've crossed borders
To get your heart
 
I've waved flags
For this criminal love
I've crossed borders
To get your heart
 
I've waved flags
For this criminal love
I've crossed borders...
 

You're Not Dead

I don't know
If it's worth living or not
If in my chest, this nostalgia
Makes my life wither away
The days pass in my heart
Sadness doesn't want to understand it
 
I don't know
When I'll forget you
It's impossible for now
I can't move away
That goodbye ahead of me
Tells me you're not dead
 
I thought of leaving this place
And escape from all that reminds me of you
But I couldn't
Because you're not dead
 
I don't know
When I'll forget you
It's impossible for now
I can't move away
That goodbye ahead of me
Tells me you're not dead
 
I thought of leaving this place
And escape from all that reminds me of you
But I couldn't
Because you're not dead
 
I don't know
If it's worth living or not
If in my chest, this nostalgia
Makes my life wither away
The days pass in my heart
Sadness doesn't want to understand it