Entra Mestre,descansa um pouco
Estás cansado,estás sedento e rouco
Dorme Mestre, a casa é Tua
Já fechei porta e janela pra rua

Deixou me falando só
Dormiu tão pesado fazia dó
Como será Mestre este sonho Teu?
Sonhas como homem? sonhas como Deus?
Sonhas com a glória que tinhas com o Pai, na luz?
Ou sonhas com a cruz?

Perdoa Mestre, mas já é hora
Uma multidão te espera lá fora
Estás decidido, não te detenho
Vais curando até chegar ao lenho

Partiu, fica a paz em mim,
Fica sala com cheiro de jasmim
Vai verter a vida do corpo Seu,
Pra levar a culpa de alguém como eu,
Pra lavar o sujo do meu próprio eu,
Levar-me puro a Deus

Another version of my favourite christmas carol

do álbum SEM AÇÚCAR, de 1980 – letra de Lena dAgua, música de José da Ponte

anoiteceu, meu amor o dia desceu no mar
escrevo o teu nome na areia, o tempo parou por instantes
vagueavas sozinho na praia
juntei-me a ti, mergulhei no teu silêncio mágico
lentamente

anoiteceu, meu amor, pressinto-te perto
corro descalça por ti, a lua poisou-te nos olhos
e soltei os cavalos do vento, demos as mãos
caminhámos num abraço eterno
tão ao longe

encontrei-te no mar, percorri-te de cor
nos teus braços de amor adormeci
embarquei no milagre que há em ti
perdi-me contigo no silêncio do cais

amanheceu, meu amor
por dentro nasceu o sol
sobes por mim devagar, procuras o céu no meu corpo
num sorriso os teus olhos encontram nos meus
mais uma estrela que se acendeu
em ti deslizo mansamente

I’m not a big Dylan fan, but he sure had a way with words…

Well, the neighborhood bully, he’s just one man
His enemies say he’s on their land
They got him outnumbered about a million to one
He got no place to escape to, no place to run
He’s the neighborhood bully.

The neighborhood bully he just lives to survive
He’s criticized and condemned for being alive
He’s not supposed to fight back, he’s supposed to have thick skin
He’s supposed to lay down and die when his door is kicked in
He’s the neighborhood bully.

The neighborhood bully been driven out of every land
He’s wandered the earth an exiled man
Seen his family scattered, his people hounded and torn
He’s always on trial for just being born
He’s the neighborhood bully.

Well, he knocked out a lynch mob, he was criticized
Old women condemned him, said he could apologize
Then he destroyed a bomb factory, nobody was glad
The bombs were meant for him. He was supposed to feel bad
He’s the neighborhood bully.

Well, the chances are against it, and the odds are slim
That he’ll live by the rules that the world makes for him
‘Cause there’s a noose at his neck and a gun at his back
And a license to kill him is given out to every maniac
He’s the neighborhood bully.

Well, he got no allies to really speak of
What he gets he must pay for, he don’t get it out of love
He buys obsolete weapons and he won’t be denied
But no one sends flesh and blood to fight by his side
He’s the neighborhood bully.

Well, he’s surrounded by pacifists who all want peace
They pray for it nightly that the bloodshed must cease
Now, they wouldn’t hurt a fly. To hurt one they would weep
They lay and they wait for this bully to fall asleep
He’s the neighborhood bully.

Every empire that’s enslaved him is gone
Egypt and Rome, even the great Babylon
He’s made a garden of paradise in the desert sand
In bed with nobody, under no one’s command
He’s the neighborhood bully.

Now his holiest books have been trampled upon
No contract that he signed was worth that what it was written on
He took the crumbs of the world and he turned it into wealth
Took sickness and disease and he turned it into health
He’s the neighborhood bully.

What’s anybody indebted to him for ?
Nothing, they say. He just likes to cause war
Pride and prejudice and superstition indeed
They wait for this bully like a dog waits to feed
He’s the neighborhood bully.

What has he done to wear so many scars ?
Does he change the course of rivers ? Does he pollute the moon and stars ?
Neighborhood bully, standing on the hill
Running out the clock, time standing still
Neighborhood bully.