Zaterdag 13 november 1976
Roland The Roadie And Gertrude The Groupie
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Roland The Roadie And Gertrude The Groupie
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Vrijdag 12 november 1976
The Wee Cooper O'fife
The Wee Cooper O'fife
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Burl Ives
and multiple other artists
There was a wee cooper what lived in Fife
Knickety, knackety, noo noo noo
And he had gotten a gentle wife
Hey willy-wallacky, how John Dougal, a lane quo rooshety roo roo roo
She wouldna bake, nor she wouldna brew
Knickety, knackety, noo noo noo
For the spoilin' o' her comely hue
Hey willy-wallacky, how John Dougal, a lane quo rooshety roo roo roo
She wouldna wash, nor she wouldna wring
Knickety, knackety, noo noo noo
For the spoilin' o' her gowden ring
Hey willy-wallacky, how John Dougal, a lane quo rooshety roo roo roo
She wouldna card, nor she wouldna spin
Knickety, knackety, noo noo noo
For the shamin' o' her gentle kin
Hey willy-wallacky, how John Dougal, a lane quo rooshety roo roo roo
So the wee cooper went to his woodpack
Knickety, knackety, noo noo noo
And laid a sheepskin on his wife's back
Hey willy-wallacky, how John Dougal, a lane quo rooshety roo roo roo
'Now, I wouldna thrash ye for your gentle kin
Knickety, knackety, noo noo noo
But I would thrash me ain sheepskin'
Hey willy-wallacky, how John Dougal, a lane quo rooshety roo roo roo
'Oh, I will bake and I will brew
Knickety, knackety, noo noo noo
And nae mair think o' my comely hue!
Hey willy-wallacky, how John Dougal, a lane quo rooshety roo roo roo
'And I will wash and I will wring
Knickety, knackety, noo noo noo
And nae mair think o' my gowden ring!
Hey willy-wallacky, how John Dougal, a lane quo rooshety roo roo roo
'And I will card and I will spin
Knickety, knackety, noo noo noo
And nae mair think o' my gentle kin!'
Hey willy-wallacky, how John Dougal, a lane quo rooshety roo roo roo
So ye what has gotten a gentle wife
Knickety, knackety, noo noo noo
Just ye send for the wee cooper o' Fife!
Hey willy-wallacky, how John Dougal, a lane quo rooshety roo roo roo
Vrijdag 12 november 1976
Comme Une Chanson Triste
Comme Une Chanson Triste
Performer(s): Claude François
Il m'arrive souvent d'être heureux
Sans qu'il y ait de raison précise
De toucher la main du Bon Dieu
De trouver les gens merveilleux
De sourire à tout ce qu'ils disent
L'orage devient une symphonie
Jouée par un batteur céleste
Tout ce qui m'ennuie dans la vie
Paraît facile et me sourit
Mais pourquoi si souvent aussi
Je me sens comme une chanson triste
Langoureux et malheureux
Comme une chanson en mineur
Avec des sanglots plein la voix
Je me sens comme une chanson triste
Langoureux et malheureux
Comme si j'étais seul au monde
Abandonné perdu sans toi
Mais la vie est ainsi faite
Que toujours après la fête
Le vent tourne et je reste
Comme une chanson triste
Langoureux et malheureux
Une chanson qui n'en finit pas
Parfois je sens que tout va bien
A la minute où je m'éveille
Je chante en prenant mon bain
Je souris même à mon voisin
Je crois en tout, je m'émerveille
Mais dans la tiédeur du bonheur
Se glisse comme une main de glace
Pourquoi faut-il souffrir autant
Pour être heureux si peu de temps
Mais pourquoi dois-je aussi souvent
Me sentir comme une chanson triste
Langoureux et malheureux
Comme une chanson en mineur
Avec des sanglots plein la voix
Je me sens comme une chanson triste
Langoureux et malheureux
Comme si j'étais seul au monde
Abandonné perdu sans toi
Mais la vie est ainsi faite
Que toujours après la fête
Le vent tourne et je reste :
Comme une chanson triste
Langoureux et malheureux
Langoureux et malheureux
Comme une chanson en mineur
Avec des sanglots plein la voix
Je me sens comme une chanson triste
Langoureux et malheureux
Comme si j'étais seul au monde
Abandonné perdu sans toi
Mais la vie est ainsi faite
Que toujours après la fête
Le vent tourne et je reste
Comme une chanson triste
Langoureux et malheureux....
Vrijdag 12 november 1976
Roland The Headless Thompson Gunner
Roland The Headless Thompson Gunner
Composer(s): David Lindell; Warren Zevon
Performer(s): Warren Zevon
Roland was a warrior from the Land of the Midnight Sun
With a Thompson gun for hire, fighting to be done
The deal was made in Denmark on a dark and stormy day
So he set out for Biafra to join the bloody fray
Through sixty-six and seven they fought the Congo war
Fingers on their triggers, knee-deep in gore
For days and nights they battled the Bantu to their knees
They killed to earn their living and to help out the Congolese
Roland the Thompson gunner...
His comrades fought beside him - Van Owen and the rest
But of all the Thompson gunners Roland was the best
So the CIA decided they wanted Roland dead
That son-of-a-bitch Van Owen blew off Roland's head
Roland the headless Thompson gunner (Time, time, time
For another peaceful war
Norway's bravest son But time stands still for Roland
'Til he evens up the score)
They can still see his headless body stalking through the night
In the muzzle flash of Roland's Thompson gun
In the muzzle flash of Roland's Thompson gun
Roland searched the continent for the man who'd done him in
He found him in Mombassa in a barroom drinking gin
Roland aimed his Thompson gun - he didn't say a word
But he blew Van Owen's body from there to Johannesburg
Roland the headless Thompson gunner...
The eternal Thompson gunner, still wandering through the night
Now it's ten years later but he still keeps up the fight
In Ireland, in Lebanon, in Palestine and Berkeley
Patty Hearst heard the burst of Roland's Thompson gun
And bought it
Donderdag 11 november 1976
The Wedding Samba
The Wedding Samba
Composer(s): Abraham Ellstein - Joseph Liebowitz - Allan Small
Performer(s): Edmundo Ros
and multiple other artists
While strolling through a garden on a lovely summer's eve
The evening shadows were about to fall
The dew had kissed the flowers and the air lulled them to sleep
While night's dark mantle hovered over all
Seated on a bench, and meditating there alone
My eyes grew dim, I soon fell in a doze
I dreamt there was a wedding 'midst the flowers rich and rare
The bride the Lily and the groom the Rose
The Tulip kissed the Violet, the Daffodil the Pink
The Lilies bowed their heads in sweet repose
The pretty Morning Glory told the Hyacinth the story
Of the weeding of the Lily and the Rose
I soon awoke from slumber in fair flowers sweet domain
Like virgin buds my eyes began to ope
Fanned by the gentle zephyrs with Aeolian music sweet
The Roses whispered to the Lilies hope
The flowers soon began to drop their heads and fall asleep
Rocked by the gentle perfumed-laden breeze
The goddess of the flowers came and waved her magic wand
And then I heard this whispered through the trees
The Tulip kissed the Violet, the Daffodil the Pink
The Lilies bowed their heads in sweet repose
The pretty Morning Glory told the Hyacinth the story
Of the weeding of the Lily and the Rose
Donderdag 11 november 1976
Comme Un Voleur
Comme Un Voleur
Adapted from: You're Gonna Get What's Coming - 1978
Composer(s): Michel Mallory; Robert Palmer
Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday - 1979
Je vole ce qu'elles ont caché dans leur cœur
Oui, leur premier cri et puis leur première peur
Comme un voleur
Je vole le meilleur de leur vie la nuit
Leurs dix-huit ans et puis leur corps en fleur
Comme un voleur
Oh oh ! Et les scrupules ne m'étouffent pas, oh non
Je suis bien dans la prison de leurs bras
Je vole leurs illusions et leur pudeur
Leurs premières larmes ou leur petite sœur
Comme un voleur
En amour je suis un voleur
Prends garde à ton corps et ferme bien ton cœur
En amour je suis un voleur
Depuis que toi tu m'as volé mon cœur
Je vole le plus précieux souvenir qu'elles ont
J'emporte avec moi leur premier je t'aime
Comme un voleur
Je prends les mots qu'elles n'osaient pas dire
Je ne laisse rien je m'enfuis le matin
Comme un voleur
Oh oh ! je n'avoue rien et pourtant je sais tout
Oui, je suis coupable, ça me plaît je l'avoue
En amour je suis un voleur
Prends garde à ton corps et ferme bien ton cœur
En amour je suis un voleur
Depuis que toi tu m'as volé mon cœur
En amour je suis un voleur
Prends garde à ton corps et ferme bien ton cœur
En amour je suis un voleur
Depuis que toi tu m'as volé mon cœur
En amour je suis un voleur
Prends garde à ton corps et ferme bien ton cœur
En amour je suis un voleur
Depuis que toi tu m'as volé mon cœur
Donderdag 11 november 1976
Rojo Sobre Negro
Rojo Sobre Negro
Composer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute
Performer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute
Rojo sobre negro
una rosa roja se cayó
sobre el asfalto
y después llovió
Fui a recogerla
el viento sopló
corrí detrás de ella
y desapareció
Rojo sobre negro
tus labios en la oscuridad
llamas que se encienden
para iluminar
Me acerqué a besarlos
buscando el placer
maldije aquellos labios
cuando me quemé
Rojo sobre negro
sangre que tiñe el barrizal
alma de un soldado
que no sufre más
No pidió la guerra
no quiso morir
¡Cielos, cuánta mierda
para sobrevivir!
Woensdag 10 november 1976
The Wedding Of The Lily And The Rose
The Wedding Of The Lily And The Rose
Composer(s): W. Andrew Mack - Thomas Le Mack
While strolling through a garden on a lovely summer's eve
The evening shadows were about to fall
The dew had kissed the flowers and the air lulled them to sleep
While night's dark mantle hovered over all
Seated on a bench, and meditating there alone
My eyes grew dim, I soon fell in a doze
I dreamt there was a wedding 'midst the flowers rich and rare
The bride the Lily and the groom the Rose
The Tulip kissed the Violet, the Daffodil the Pink
The Lilies bowed their heads in sweet repose
The pretty Morning Glory told the Hyacinth the story
Of the weeding of the Lily and the Rose
I soon awoke from slumber in fair flowers sweet domain
Like virgin buds my eyes began to ope
Fanned by the gentle zephyrs with Aeolian music sweet
The Roses whispered to the Lilies hope
The flowers soon began to drop their heads and fall asleep
Rocked by the gentle perfumed-laden breeze
The goddess of the flowers came and waved her magic wand
And then I heard this whispered through the trees
The Tulip kissed the Violet, the Daffodil the Pink
The Lilies bowed their heads in sweet repose
The pretty Morning Glory told the Hyacinth the story
Of the weeding of the Lily and the Rose
Woensdag 10 november 1976
You're Gonna Get What's Coming
You're Gonna Get What's Coming
French Title: Comme Un Voleur - 1979
Composer(s): Robert Palmer
First release by: Robert Palmer - 1978
Covered by: Bonnie Raitt
You came up on me like a landslide
Once in awhile I get taken like that
And I like it
I've got a thunderbird parked right outside
Give me a minute to finish this thing
And we'll light it
In all this heat it's a job keeping cool
Oh yeah
And I could fry an egg on you
You came up on me like a landslide
Once in awhile I get taken like that
And I like it
You're gonna get what's coming
You've been asking for it two days running
You're gonna get what's coming
You're gonna get what's coming to you
I hope that you're half as intrepid
As you make out
More often than not, I'll bet
You never got what you asked for
Keep on pouring until you hear me shout
And turn up the sound
If you want me to drive any faster
Caution went out when you walked in the room
If it never came back it would be too soon
You're gonna get what's coming
You've been asking for it two days running
You're gonna get what's coming
You're gonna get what's coming to you
You're gonna get what's coming
You've been asking for it two days running
You're gonna get what's coming
You're gonna get what's coming to you
You came up on me like a landslide
Once in awhile I get taken like that
And I like it
You're gonna get what's coming
You've been asking for it two days running
You're gonna get what's coming
You're gonna get what's coming to you
You're gonna get what's coming
You've been asking for it two days running
You're gonna get what's coming
You're gonna get what's coming to you
You're gonna get what's coming
You've been asking for it two days running
You're gonna get what's coming
You're gonna get what's coming to you
You're gonna get what's coming
You've been asking for it two days running
You're gonna get what's coming
You're gonna get what's coming to you
Woensdag 10 november 1976
Roisin Dubh
Roisin Dubh
Composer(s): Phil Lynott; Gary Moore
Performer(s): Thin Lizzy
Tell me the legends of long ago
When the kings and queens would dance
in the realm of the Black Rose
Play me the melodies I want to know
So I can teach my children, oh
Pray tell me the story of young C£ Chulainn
How his eyes were dark his expression sullen
And how he'd fight and always won
And how they cried when he was fallen
Oh tell me the story of the Queen of this land
And how her sons died at her own hand
And how fools obey commands
Oh tell me the legends of long ago
Where the mountains of Mourne come down to the sea
Will she no come back to me
Will she no come back to me
Oh Shenandoah I hear you calling
Far away you rolling river
Roll down the mountain side
On down on down go lassie go
Oh Tell me the legends of long ago
When the kings and queens would dance in the realms of the Black Rose
Play me the melodies so I might know
So I can tell my children, oh
My Roisin Dubh is my one and only true love
It was a joy that Joyce brought to me
While William Butler waits
And Oscar, he's going Wilde
Ah sure, Brendan where have you Behan?
Looking for a girl with green eyes
My dark Rosaleen is my only colleen
That Georgie knows Best
But Van is the man
Starvation once again
Drinking whiskey in the jar-o
Synge's Playboy of the Western World
As Shaw, Sean I was born and reared there
Where the Mountains of Mourne come down to the sea
Is such a long, long way from Tipperary
Dinsdag 9 november 1976
The Wedding Of Lili Marlene
The Wedding Of Lili Marlene
Composer(s): Tommie Connor - Johnny Reine
Performer(s): Harry Prime
and multiple other artists
There were tears in the crowded congregation
There were hearts that had loved but all in vain
'Twas goodbye to the sweetheart of the nation
At the wedding of Lili Marlene
Men who'd marched where the desert sands are burning
From Tobruk down the road to Alamein
In their hearts tender mem'ries were returning
At the wedding of Lili Marlene
As she knelt where the candlelights were gleaming
It seemed the choir sang soft and low
"Farewell my angel of the lamplight
We'll always love you so"
Down the aisle came the bride in all her glory
To the strains of her own, sweet, love refrain
'Twas the end of a very lovely story
At the wedding of Lili Marlene
Dinsdag 9 november 1976
Comme Un Soleil
Comme Un Soleil
((Dutch Version: Een Groot Geluk (Jimmy Frey))
Composer(s): Pierre Delanoë - Michel Fugain
Performer(s): Michel Fugain & Anne Vanderlove
and multiple other artists
Comme un soleil, comme une éclaircie
Comme une fleur que l'on cueille entre les orties
Elle doit venir, comme vient le beau temps
Elle doit venir comme vient le printemps
Demandez-moi tout ce que vous voulez
Et sans regrets je vous le donne
Mais dites-moi où je la trouverai
Celle qui comprendra, celle qui me dira
"Où que tu ailles je vais avec toi
Quel que soit le chemin, je te suis pas à pas"
Et s'il m'arrivait alors de tomber
C'est elle qui me relèverait
Comme un soleil, comme une éclaircie
Comme une fleur que l'on cueille entre les orties
Elle doit venir, comme vient le beau temps
Elle doit venir comme vient le printemps
Demandez-moi tout ce que vous voulez
De ne plus jamais voir personne
De renoncer aux parfums de l'été
Aux accords de guitare, aux fumées de la gloire
Demandez-moi de ne plus croire en rien
Pourvu que je la voie au bout de mon chemin
Demandez-moi tout ce que vous voulez
Mais dites-moi où la trouver
Comme un soleil, comme une éclaircie
Comme une fleur que l'on cueille entre les orties
Elle doit venir, comme vient le beau temps
Elle doit venir comme vient le printemps
Dinsdag 9 november 1976
Roger
Roger
Composer(s): P. Degagné
Performer(s): Ginette Reno
Je ne réponds plus au téléphone car j'attends ce soir
Celui dont le nom résonne dans mon cœur comme un espoir
Je sais qu'il viendra me chercher dans ses yeux c'était écrit
Et quand il m'a parlé j'ai bien compris
Roger oh Roger pour toi
Je brûlerai les lettres qu'on m'écrit parfois
Roger oh Roger crois-moi
J'abandonnerai tout pour toi
Là dans mon cœur ton image
Bien sage chante l'amour
Tes yeux comme un doux mirage
Sont gravés en moi pour toujours
Roger oh Roger tous deux
Nous connaîtrons les rêves les plus merveilleux
J'attends mon chéri tu vois
Reviens vite tout près de moi
Là dans mon cœur ton image
Bien sage chante l'amour
Tes yeux comme un doux mirage
Sont gravés en moi pour toujours
Roger oh Roger tous deux
Nous connaîtrons les rêves les plus merveilleux
J'attends mon chéri tu vois
Reviens vite tout près de moi
Reviens vite tout près de moi
Reviens vite tout près de moi
Maandag 8 november 1976
Silta Yli Synkän Virran
Silta Yli Synkän Virran
((Adapted from: Bridge Over Troubled Water (Simon and Garfunkel) - 1970))
Composer(s): Paul Simon - Pertti Reponen
Performer(s): Kirka - 1971
Versions In Other Languages:
1970 - Comme Un Pont Sur L'eau Trouble (Nana Mouskouri)
1970 - Il Ponte (Flora Fauna Cemento)
1975 - Geh' Mit Mir Durch Den Regenbogen (Peter Horton)
1976 - Most Pres Rozbourené Vody (Helena Vondrácková)
1983 - Corpo E Alma (Kleiton & Kledir)
1999 - Ponte Sobre As Águas Turvas (Trio Esperança)
Kyynel vierii
putoaa
Taas tunnet pienuuden
Ehet' suojaa saa
Puolellas oon, taas kun aikaa on
Kun ystävää et nää
Silloin näin yli synkän virran
Sillan rakennan
Sulle vain yli synkän virran
Sillan rakennan
Kun oot rauhaton, pelko vallan saa
Kun yön sä mietit taas, mikä odottaa
Niin luokses käyn, taas kun aika on
Kun tuskaa vain on tie
Silloin näin yli synkän virran
Sillan rakennan
Sulle vain yli synkän virran
Sillan rakennan
Taivas valkenee, uudestaan
Nyt katseen loistaa suo
Varjot pois on yltä maan
Käy rinnallain, jos sä uskot vain
Mä että auttaa voin
Silloin näin yli synkän virran
Sillan rakennan
Sulle vain yli synkän virran
Sillan rakennan
Maandag 8 november 1976
Most Pres Rozbourené Vody
Most Pres Rozbourené Vody
((Adapted from: Bridge Over Troubled Water (Simon and Garfunkel) - 1970))
Composer(s): Paul Simon - Pavel Vrba
Performer(s): Lucie Bílá - 2009
Versions In Other Languages:
1970 - Comme Un Pont Sur L'eau Trouble (Nana Mouskouri)
1970 - Il Ponte (Flora Fauna Cemento)
1971 - Silta Yli Synkän Virran (Kirka)
1975 - Geh' Mit Mir Durch Den Regenbogen (Peter Horton)
1983 - Corpo E Alma (Kleiton & Kledir)
1999 - Ponte Sobre As Águas Turvas (Trio Esperança)
Voda sbírá
z brehu jíl
Má barvu žlutou
ten jíl
i svetadíl
Breh vzdálený
víc není už znát
To proud nám zkouší brát
most co nám dálku brehu krátil
láskou tisíckrát
Slova stejná jsou
Schází souznení
Jak máme žít
tak dál
spolu - vzdálení
Máš breh já svuj
Blízkost mužem lhát
a proud nám zkouší brát
most co nám dálku brehu krátil
láskou tisíckrát
most co nám dálku brehu krátil
láskou tisíckrát
most co nám dálku brehu krátil
láskou tisíckrát
sbor: Dávný most pres ty zrádné proudy
Voda pramen má
nekde v nás
Když zacne téct
Ten proud
zdá se cirý a mírný
Když zacne rust
má v sobe touhu - i chlad
Pak voda muže brát
most co nám dálku brehu krátil
láskou tolikrát
Maandag 8 november 1976
Rodeo Romeo
Rodeo Romeo
Composer(s): Dan Mitchell
Performer(s): Moe Bandy
He'll dust off his hat, clean out his old pick-up truck
He's goin' playin' when he should be prayin' for luck
For tomorrow
he's ridin' the meanest bull you'll ever seen
But tonight he'll forget all about it
he's headin' for some cowgirl's dream
He's a rodeo Romeo, cowgirls and bulls are his life
He loves what he does and he does what he loves every night
He'll hit the dancehalls, flashin' the girls his best smile
He's burnin' both ends of the candle, rodeo Romeo style
He don't even care that while he's out lovin' all night
The bulls will be savin' their strength for that eight second ride
The white lace and whiskey, they'll have him feelin' half dead
And even though odds are against him, he'll come out a winner instead
He's a rodeo Romeo, cowgirls and bulls are his life
He loves what he does and he does what he loves every night
He'll hit the dancehalls, flashin' the girls his best smile
He's burnin' both ends of the candle, rodeo Romeo style
Zondag 7 november 1976
The Wedding Cakewalk
The Wedding Cakewalk
Composer(s): Cole Porter
Performer(s): Martha Tilton; Fred Astaire; Rita Hayworth
Well, here comes the bride, no less
It's hot stuff, that fluffy dress
I must admit, though she's lit
She looks a bit sweet
No wonder her Romeo
Begins shoutin' "Hidy-ho!"
As his bride starts to stride
To a boogie beat
There's a big increase in marriages
Due to a tune, they say
The Wedding Cakewalk
Is the roundelay
When newlyweds in fancy carriages
Leave the reception gay
The Wedding Cakewalk
Sends them on their way
Pasty choirs in tasty churches
Give it all they,ve got
Prudish old preachers on their perches
Say, "A-men, it's hot!"
All those bridal suites at Claridge's
Have radios that play
The Wedding Cakewalk
Night and day!
Zondag 7 november 1976
Il Ponte
Il Ponte
((Adapted from: Bridge Over Troubled Water (Simon and Garfunkel) - 1970))
Composer(s): Paul Simon - Alessandro Colombini
Performer(s): Flora Fauna Cemento - 1970
Versions In Other Languages:
1970 - Comme Un Pont Sur L'eau Trouble (Nana Mouskouri)
1971 - Silta Yli Synkän Virran (Kirka)
1975 - Geh' Mit Mir Durch Den Regenbogen (Peter Horton)
1976 - Most Pres Rozbourené Vody (Helena Vondrácková)
1983 - Corpo E Alma (Kleiton & Kledir)
1999 - Ponte Sobre As Águas Turvas (Trio Esperança)
Se hai paura piangerai e dentro gli occhi tuoi
la nebbia verra', io comprero' e li asciughero' e
il sole rivedrai
Io per te sono come il ponte che attraverserai
Io per te sono come il ponte che ti salverai
Quando in cielo non vedrai piu' e su una stella
tu che cosa farai, io invece no io pensero' a te
e un nome accendero'
Io per te sono come il ponte che attraverserai
Io per te sono come il ponte e ti salverai
Al mattino te ne andrai sicura come sei che non
servo piu' ormai, dentro di te no, io non moriro' e
ti accompagnero'
Io per te sono come il ponte che attraverserai e
con me, traversato il ponte, tu mi fermerai
Zondag 7 november 1976
Roda Viva
Roda Viva
Composer(s): Chico Buarque
Performer(s): Chico Buarque;
and various other artists
Tem dias que a gente se sente
Como quem partiu ou morreu
A gente estancou de repente
Ou foi o mundo então que cresceu
A gente quer ter voz ativa
No nosso destino mandar
Mas eis que chega a roda viva
E carrega o destino pra lá
Roda mundo, roda-gigante
Roda moinho, roda pião
O tempo rodou num instante
Nas voltas do meu coração
A gente vai contra a corrente
Até não poder resistir
Na volta do barco é que sente
O quanto deixou de cumprir
Faz tempo que a gente cultiva
A mais linda roseira que há
Mas eis que chega a roda viva
E carrega a roseira pra lá
Roda mundo (etc.)
A roda da saia, a mulata
Não quer mais rodar, não senhor
Não posso fazer serenata
A roda de samba acabou
A gente toma a iniciativa
Viola na rua, a cantar
Mas eis que chega a roda viva
E carrega a viola pra lá
Roda mundo (etc.)
O samba, a viola, a roseira
Um dia a fogueira queimou
Foi tudo ilusão passageira
Que a brisa primeira levou
No peito a saudade cativa
Faz força pro tempo parar
Mas eis que chega a roda viva
E carrega a saudade pra lá
Roda mundo (etc.)
Zaterdag 6 november 1976
The Wedding
