Liza Minnelli — If There Was Love letra e tradução
A página contém a letra e a tradução em português da música "If There Was Love" de Liza Minnelli.
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If There Was Love
Men of affairs, women with power
Satellites talking, to clatter our lives
Banks of predictions, policies made
Prophecies broken, violence deranged (deranged, deranged)
And if there was love, would that be enough?
And if there was love, would that be enough?
Pollsters and planners, incredibly sad
indelibly inking, their names across our lives
Individual freedom, intrinsically curbed
Inspiration nil, slavery ten
And if there was love, would that be enough?
And if there was love, would that be enough?
And if there was love, would that be enough?
And if there was love, would that be enough?
I’ve been working for a long time
Scattering smiles
Must I swallow my pride?
There’s a hole in the sky, as distant and vast
As our moral vacuum, and growing as fast
And if there was love, would that be enough?
And if there was love, would that be enough?
And if there was love, would that be enough?
And if there was love, would that be enough?
«They that have power to hurt and will do none,
That do not do the thing they most do show,
Who, moving others, are themselves as stone,
Unmoved, cold and to temptation slow;
They rightly do inherit heaven’s graces
And husband nature’s riches from expense;
They are the lords and owners of their faces,
Others but stewards of their excellence.
The summer’s flower is to the summer sweet,
Though to itself it only live and die,
But if that flower with base infection meet,
The basest weed outbraves his dignity:
For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds;
Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds.»
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Se Houvesse Amor
Homens de negócios, mulheres com poder
Satélites a falar, para destruir as nossas vidas
Bancos de previsões, políticas feitas
Profecias quebradas, violência demente (demente, demente) )
E se houvesse amor, seria suficiente?
E se houvesse amor, seria suficiente?
Sondagens e Planeadores, incrivelmente tristes
inking indelevelmente, os seus nomes nas nossas vidas
Liberdade Individual, intrinsecamente limitada
Inspiração nil, Escravidão 10
E se houvesse amor, seria suficiente?
E se houvesse amor, seria suficiente?
E se houvesse amor, seria suficiente?
E se houvesse amor, seria suficiente?
Trabalho há muito tempo.
A espalhar sorrisos
Tenho de engolir o meu orgulho?
Há um buraco no céu, tão distante e vasto
Como nosso vácuo moral, e crescendo tão rápido
E se houvesse amor, seria suficiente?
E se houvesse amor, seria suficiente?
E se houvesse amor, seria suficiente?
E se houvesse amor, seria suficiente?
"Aqueles que têm poder para ferir e não farão nada,
Que não fazem o que mais mostram,
Que, movendo os outros, são eles mesmos como pedra,
Impassível, frio e à tentação lento;
Eles herdam as graças do céu.
E as riquezas da natureza do marido por despesas;
Eles são os senhores e os donos de seus rostos.,
Outros, mas administradores da sua excelência.
A flor do verão é para o verão doce,
Embora só viva e morra,
Mas se aquela flor com infecção base se encontrar,
A erva mais rasa a sua dignidade:
Porque as coisas mais doces se tornam mais suaves pelas suas obras;
Lírios que cheiram muito pior que ervas daninhas.»