que ri e chora! Tarde uma nuvem rósea lenta e transparente Sobre o espaA§o, sonhadora e bela! Aria (from Bachianas Brasileiras No. 5) (English
(H. Villa-Lobos) Tarde uma nuvem rosea lenta e transparente. Sobre o espaco, sonhadora e bela! Surge no infinito a lua docemente, Enfeitando a tarde,
: (P. Ochs) Show me the prison, show me the jail Show me the prisoner, whose life has gone stale And I'll show you a young man With so many reasons
: (Traditional) Queen Jane lay in labor For six weeks and more The women grew weary And the midwife gave o'er King Henry, he was sent for On horse
: (H. Villa-Lobos) Tarde uma nuvem rosea lenta e transparente. Sobre o espaco, sonhadora e bela! Surge no infinito a lua docemente, Enfeitando a tarde
: (J. J. Niles) Go away from my window Go away from my door Go away way from my bedside And bother me no more And bother me no more I'll go tell all
: (J. Cash, R. Cash) At my door the leaves are falling The cold wild wind will come Sweethearts walk by together And I still miss someone I go out
: (Traditional) [Chorus:] When you hear them cuckoos hollerin' When you hear them cuckoos hollerin' When you hear them cuckoos hollerin' Sign of rain
: (R. Farina) Come round by my side and I'll sing you a song. I'll sing it so softly, it'll do no one wrong. On Birmingham Sunday the blood ran like
: (A. R. de Nascimento) [Instrumental]
: (Traditional) Cold blows the wind to my true love, And gently drops the rain. I've never had but one true love, And in green-wood he lies slain.
: (R. Dyer-Bennett, L. Byron) So we'll go no more a-roving So late into the night Though the heart be still as loving And the moon be still as bright
: (R. Rinzler, B. Yellin, J. Herald) Stewball was a good horse, he wore his head high, And the mane on his foretop, was fine as silk thread. I rode
: (B. Dylan) Go away from my window, leave at your own chosen speed. I'm not the one you want, babe, I'm not the one you need. You say you're looking
(R. Farina) Come round by my side and I'll sing you a song. I'll sing it so softly, it'll do no one wrong. On Birmingham Sunday the blood ran like wine
(H. Villa-Lobos) Tarde uma nuvem rosea lenta e transparente. Sobre o espaco, sonhadora e bela! Surge no infinito a lua docemente, Enfeitando a tarde
(J. J. Niles) Go away from my window Go away from my door Go away way from my bedside And bother me no more And bother me no more I'll go tell all
