tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-222439872011-04-21T12:17:54.614-07:00webdreamerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12328775636323231331noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22243987.post-1139858050089312812006-02-13T11:08:00.000-08:002006-02-13T11:20:39.810-08:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><embed align="center" src="http://drapeaurouge.free.fr/Midi/bellacia.mid" width="100%" height="60" type="audio/midi" AUTOSTART="false"> </embed><br />Una mattina, mi sono alzato<br />o bella ciao bella ciao bella ciao ciao ciao<br />Una mattina mi sono alzato<br />e ho trovato l'invasor<br /><br />O partigiano portami via<br />o bella ciao bella ciao bella ciao ciao ciao<br />O partigiano portami via<br />ché mi sento di morir<br /><br />E se muoio da partigiano<br />o bella ciao bella ciao bella ciao ciao ciao<br />e se muoio da partigiano<br />tu mi devi seppellir<br /><br />E seppellire lassù in montagna<br />o bella ciao bella ciao bella ciao ciao ciao<br />e seppellire lassù in montagna<br />sotto l'ombra di un bel fior<br /><br />E le genti che passeranno<br />o bella ciao bella ciao bella ciao ciao ciao<br />e le genti che passeranno<br />ti diranno che bel fior<br /><br />È questo il fiore del partigiano<br />o bella ciao bella ciao bella ciao ciao ciao<br />è questo il fiore del partigiano<br />morto per la libertà<br /><br />Esta manhã fui acordado<br />oh bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao<br />Esta manhã fui acordado<br />e encontrei o invasor.<br /><br />Oh guerrilheiro, vou-me contigo, oh bella ciao...<br />Oh guerrilheiro, vou-me contigo<br />porque eu sinto aqui morrer.<br /><br />E se eu morro com a guerrilha, oh bella ciao...<br />E se eu morro com a guerrilha<br />toma em suas mãos o meu fuzil.<br /><br />Lá me enterre sobre a montanha, oh bella ciao...<br />lá me enterre sobre a montanha<br />sob a sombra de uma flor.<br /><br />Todos aqueles que ali passarem, oh bella ciao...<br />todos aqueles que ali passarem<br />dirão então: "Que Bela Flor!"<br /><br />Esta é a flor do guerrilheiro. oh bella ciao...<br />Esta é a flor do guerrilheiro<br />morto pela Liberdade.<br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Tradução </span><a href="http://www.nodo50.org/insurgentes/textos/nos/33cancioneiro.htm"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">daqui</span></a></p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Mais sobre o movimento de resistência italiano </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Italian_resistance_movement"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">aqui</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">.<br /></span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22243987-113985805008931281?l=poemasdamusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>webdreamerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12328775636323231331noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22243987.post-1139817413631524252006-02-12T23:54:00.000-08:002006-02-13T11:20:20.143-08:00<embed align="center" src="http://debmyers.com/midi/lennon/01_imagi.mid" width="100%" height="60" type="audio/midi" autostart="false"></embed><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Imagine there's no heaven</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">It's easy if you try</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">No hell below us</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Above us only sky</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Imagine all the people</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Living for today...<br />Imagine there's no countries</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">It isn't hard to do</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Nothing to kill or die for</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And no religion too</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Imagine all the people</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Living life in peace... </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">You may say I'm a dreamer</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">But I'm not the only one</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I hope someday you'll join us</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And the world will be as one </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Imagine no possessions</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I wonder if you can</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">No need for greed or hunger</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">A brotherhood of man</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Imagine all the people</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Sharing all the world... </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">You may say I'm a dreamer</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">But I'm not the only one</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I hope someday you'll join us</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And the world will live as one</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">John Lennon, The Beatles</span><br /><strong></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22243987-113981741363152425?l=poemasdamusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>webdreamerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12328775636323231331noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22243987.post-1139573449797777592006-02-10T04:07:00.000-08:002006-02-10T04:10:49.803-08:00<p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last night,<br />Alive as you and me.<br />Says I "But Joe, you're ten years dead"<br />"I never died" said he,<br />"I never died" said he.<br />"In Salt Lake, Joe," says I to him,<br />him standing by my bed,<br />"They framed you on a murder charge,"<br />Says Joe, "But I ain't dead,"<br />Says Joe, "But I ain't dead."<br />"The Copper Bosses killed you Joe,<br />they shot you Joe" says I.<br />"Takes more than guns to kill a man"<br />Says Joe "I didn't die"<br />Says Joe "I didn't die"<br />And standing there as big as life<br />and smiling with his eyes.<br />Says Joe "What they can never kill<br />went on to organize,<br />went on to organize"<br />From San Diego up to Maine,<br />in every mine and mill,<br />where working-men defend their rights,<br />it's there you find Joe Hill,<br />it's there you find Joe Hill!<br />I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last night,<br />alive as you and me.<br />Says I "But Joe, you're ten years dead"<br />"I never died" said he,<br />"I never died" said he.</span></p><p><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joe_Hill"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Sobre Joe Hill</span></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22243987-113957344979777759?l=poemasdamusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>webdreamerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12328775636323231331noreply@blogger.com0