# CCIII - Tivemos tudo

(Algures da net)


Geralmente não é assim, mas acontece haver canções que me prendem pela melodia. A letra vem, porque vem quase sempre, tempos depois.

Foi assim com esta versão do Le Moribond, de Jacques Brel.

Como se de uma lição de vida se tratasse, realça o que, afinal, da vida se leva. Aquilo a que se dá deveras importância no momento da retrospectiva final...

Ouvi as versões dos Mamas and Papas, dos Nirvana, do Cat Stevens, dos Westlife...e fiquei pela mais conhecida, do Terry Jacks.

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Terry Jacks - Seasons in the sun

Goodbye to you, my trusted friend.
We've known each other since we're nine or ten.
Together we climbed hills or trees.
Learned of love and ABC's,
skinned our hearts and skinned our knees.
Goodbye my friend, it's hard to die,
when all the birds are singing in the sky,
Now that the spring is in the air.
Pretty girls are everywhere.
Think of me and I'll be there.
We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun.
But the hills that we climbed
were just seasons out of time.

Goodbye, Papa, please pray for me,
I was the black sheep of the family.
You tried to teach me right from wrong.
Too much wine and too much song,
wonder how I got along.
Goodbye, Papa, it's hard to die
when all the birds are singing in the sky,
Now that the spring is in the air.
Little children everywhere.
When you see them I'll be there.
We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun.
But the wine and the song,
like the seasons, have all gone.

Goodbye, Michelle, my little one.
You gave me love and helped me find the sun.
And every time that I was down
you would always come around
and get my feet back on the ground.
Goodbye, Michelle, it's hard to die
when all the birds are singing in the sky,
Now that the spring is in the air.
With the flowers ev'rywhere.
I whish that we could both be there.
We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun.
But the stars we could reach
were just starfishs on the beach