# CCLI - Canções de Verão

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[Paredes, Abril de 2008]

Por vezes sabe-me bem berrar, preferencialmente noite fora e enquanto conduzo, algumas canções que o leitor do carro vai (que remédio tem!) repetindo.

Uma das últimas é esta, dos Coldplay, que traduz, na perfeição, o modo de vida actual de muitos jovens (e de outros bem menos jovens)...



Coldplay - Cemeteries Of London

At night they would go walking
'till the breaking of the day
The morning’s for sleeping
Through the dark streets
They’d go searching
To see God in their own way
Save the nightime for your weeping

Your weeping…

Singing
la la lala la la ehh
And the night over London, lay

So we rode down to the river
Where the tombs were stone
For the curse is to be broken
We’ll go underneath the arches
Where the witches aren’t the same
There are ghost towns in the ocean

The ocean..

Singing
la la lala la la ehh
And the night over London, lay

God is in the houses
And God is in my head
And all the Cemeteries of London
I see God come in my garden
But I don’t know what he said
For my heart it wasn’t open
Not open…

Singing
la la lala la la ehh
And the night over London, lay

Singing
la la lala la la ehh
There’s no light over London today