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Portão de Ferro, Madeira Roxa

Chris Bathgate

Iron Gate, Purple Wood

Iron gate, purple wood
At night we go walking through the neighborhood
That was all, oh lord that was all

Shattered light, trembling ash
crept on the porch as the dim evening past
That was all, oh lord that was all

Watered sill, rage in white
One kettle screaming on the stove that night
That was all, oh lord that was all

Fiery field, amber grass
On the horizon the dawn it had past
That was all, oh lord that was all

Iron gate, purple wood
At night we go walking through the neighborhood
That was all, oh lord that was all

Portão de Ferro, Madeira Roxa

Portão de ferro, madeira roxa
À noite a gente sai pra andar pelo bairro
Era só isso, oh senhor, era só isso

Luz quebrada, cinzas tremendo
Se arrastou na varanda enquanto a noite ia passando
Era só isso, oh senhor, era só isso

Soleira molhada, raiva em branco
Uma chaleira gritando no fogão naquela noite
Era só isso, oh senhor, era só isso

Campo ardente, grama âmbar
No horizonte a aurora já tinha passado
Era só isso, oh senhor, era só isso

Portão de ferro, madeira roxa
À noite a gente sai pra andar pelo bairro
Era só isso, oh senhor, era só isso

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