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Björk
Deus does not exist.
But if he does, he lives in the sky above me,
In the fattest largest cloud up there.
He's whiter than white and cleaner then clean.
He wants to reach me.
Deus does not exist.
But if he does I always notice him.
Getting ready in his airy room.
He's picking his gloves so gently off.
He wants to touch me.
I'm walking humbly down a tiny street
Pulling my collar it gets bigger, woooh
(Einar falando)
I once met him,
It really surprised me,
He put me in a bath tub,
Made me squeeky clean,
Really clean.
Björk
To create a universe
You must taste
The forbidden fruit.
(Einar dinovo)
He said hi. I said hi,
I was still clean.
Björk
Deus does not exist,
But if he does he'd want to get down from that cloud,
First marzipan fingers then marble hands,
More silent than silence and slower than slow,
Diving towards me.
My collar is huge room for two hands,
They start at the chest and move slowly down.
(Einar vortando)
I thought I had seen everything,
He wasn't white and fluffy,
He just had side burns,
He just had side burns,
And a quiff,
He said hi.
I said hi. I was still clean,
I was squeeky clean.
I was surprised.
Just as you would be.
É música? Qual o nome?
Comentado por Fernanda @ setembro 16, 2005 10:45 AMÉ música sim, Fer. Chama-se "Deus", foi o segundo hit dos sugarcubes.Tocou muito no rádio.
Sempre achei engraçado os islandeses falarem Deus como a gente, em português.
Se vc quiser te mando o mp3.
bjão
Comentado por Enio @ setembro 17, 2005 10:05 AMmandae enio!
Comentado por Jean Boechat @ setembro 17, 2005 06:32 PMEssa música tocava toda hora na 89FM depois das 10 da noite…;-)
Mas anyway, Enio, se tu puderes me manda, too!
:-)