Herdeiro da Pampa Pobre (Gaucho da fronteira/vaine darde) ?que pampa e essa que eu recebo agora com a missao de cultiver raizes se dessa pampa que me
There was a young man named Arthur Gordon Heir to a large family fortune Walking 'round, all prissy and full of himself Pissing money, showing his wealth
[music: Hauk, Djerv - lyrics: Djerv] En lovsang stiger opp til Fader I det hA?ye Min Herre og min Gud, min klippe og min borg [Chorus] En gang skal
[music: Hauk, Djerv - lyrics: Djerv] [Chorus] En tA?rstig sjel i skogen leter Etter livets kilde Har vandret slik i mange A?r I mA?rket gA?tt seg bort
[music: Hauk - lyrics: Djerv] Vi har en arv uten like Borgerett i det evige riket Vunnet med et rent hjerte Stadfestet med SA?nnens smerte [Chorus]
[music: Haulk] [INSTRUMENTAL]
[music: Hauk - lyrics: Djerv] Jeg brer mine vinger som fuglen i sky Jeg lA?ftes av strA?mmen, lar vinden fange meg Fanget av vinden, nA¦rmere deg Blandt
[music: Hauk - lyrics: Djerv] Vi ser frem mot at isen skal brytes Og solen nA? over fjellenes topp Ja lyset skal spre seg fra bygder og byer Og vikingehjerter
[music: Hauk - lyrics: Djerv] Igjen legger vikinger ut fra havn Med seier i Jesu Kristi navn I svunnende tider vi fryktede var Men nA? et bud om frelse
[music: Hauk - lyrics: Djerv] [Chorus] En gledens dag det for meg ble Den dag jeg fikk min Frelser se Han stod der med en A?pen favn Ja, jeg ble kalt
[music: Hauk - lyrics: Djerv] Dette er den siste tid Et samfunn i strid Med det levende gudgitte ord Som har frelse for hver og en som tror Kan du ikke
Heavy brains Heaving words In the twigs, in the dirt Cold, hard tongue against a glistening earth Blind high Blind high Blind high He was flat on his
New inheritors of earth You overestimate your worth Reverberations of a reverie The false certificate of birth No vaccination for your curse Maybe the
What would you do? What would you do, If desperation called for you? What would you do? A big black cloud of smoke You can't crimp it by the jackal throat
Despite probable cause Despite ongoing tests We have reason to believe In your disappearance Sparkle, swivel, sparkle Stack of Government checks Stack
That night he hurt you bad In that green, pastel summer dress You'd die alone with the land A hollow head in its hands But everybody does that But with
I'll play dumb I'll play dead In your mausoleum Insectivorous Caught up in the cloth Wrapped up in the gauze Of your summer dress Highlights shimmering
A terrible man, A desperate attempt to make amends, Wrote a song for a girl Who could not, but just imagine About something he read once About static
