Scarborough fair (cântico) sonhos tomam conta (Ft. G4laco & MINTTT)
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Are you going to scarborough fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
She once was a true love of mine
Tell her to make me a cambric shirt
(on the side of the hill of the jordan river)
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
(tracing the bullets that fly over mosques)
Without no seams nor needle work
(and white phosphorous blazing on the soil)
Then she'll be a truе love of mine
(sleeps unaware of thе air raid siren)
Tell her to find me an acre of land
(on the side of the sea in the gaza strip)
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
(struggling to breath in the dust of debris)
Between the salt water and the sea strands
(while the idf soldier polishes a tank)
Then she'll be a true love of mine
(to kill in the name of the apartheid)
Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather
(genocide blows over the open streets)
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
(israel order its soldiers to kill)
And gather it all in a bunch of heather
(and to fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten)
Then she'll be a true love of mine
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
She once was a true love of mine
Tell her to make me a cambric shirt
(on the side of the hill of the jordan river)
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
(tracing the bullets that fly over mosques)
Without no seams nor needle work
(and white phosphorous blazing on the soil)
Then she'll be a truе love of mine
(sleeps unaware of thе air raid siren)
Tell her to find me an acre of land
(on the side of the sea in the gaza strip)
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
(struggling to breath in the dust of debris)
Between the salt water and the sea strands
(while the idf soldier polishes a tank)
Then she'll be a true love of mine
(to kill in the name of the apartheid)
Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather
(genocide blows over the open streets)
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
(israel order its soldiers to kill)
And gather it all in a bunch of heather
(and to fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten)
Then she'll be a true love of mine
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