sábado, 14 de março de 2009

lago congelado no deserto de sal.

i used to rule the world. seas would rise when i gave the word. now in the morning i sleep alone. sweep the streets i used to own. i used to roll the dice.feel the fear in my enemy's eyes. listen as the crowd would sing. "Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!". one minute i held the key next the walls were closed on me. and i discovered that my castles stand upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand. it was the wicked and wild wind blew down the doors to let me in. shattered windows and the sound of drums. people couldn't believe what i'd become. revolutionaries wait for my head on a silver plate. just a puppet on a lonely string. oh, who would ever want to be king?. hear Jerusalem bells a ringing. Roman Cavalary choirs are singing. be my mirror, my sword and shield. my missionaries in a foreign field. for some reason i can't explain. once you go there was never, never an honest word. and that was when i ruled the world.
[Viva la Vida - Coldplay]

bye bye, Escócia.

[now the old king is dead! Long live the king!]

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