650 km sempre a subir

Rising - Lhasa de Sela

I got caught in a storm

And carried away

I got turned, turned around

I got caught in a storm

That's what happened to me

So I didn't call

And you didn't see me for a while

I was rising up

Hitting the ground

And breaking and breaking

I was caught in a storm

Things were flying around

And doors were slamming

And windows were breaking

And I couldn't hear what you were saying

I couldn't hear what you were saying

I couldn't hear what you were saying

I was rising up

Hitting the ground

And breaking and breaking

Rising up

Rising up

e não é que fomos?

Viana é amor!
(a julgar por um certo acordeonista que vi por lá... acredito mesmo!)
P.s.- Obrigada pelo convite Luísa!

Amália Rodrigues
Havemos de ir a Viana