Crows
Well i went way out north carolina way
To that old graveyard where my great grandmother lay
And the day was bright and i hadn't slept all night
And they sold the place to some guys who were building graduate student housing
No one raised any objections
They were knocking the headstones down
And the sun was high when i rolled into town
Stood by a nameless hole in the ground
The air was sweet and hot
Maybe it was the right grave,
Maybe not
But the crows crows crows
Rose, rose, rose from the grave
Yeah the crows crows crows
Rose, rose, rose from the grave
Corvos
Bom, eu fui lá pro norte da Carolina
Naquele velho cemitério onde minha bisavó está
E o dia estava claro e eu não tinha dormido a noite toda
E venderam o lugar pra uns caras que estavam construindo moradia pra estudantes
Ninguém reclamou
Eles estavam derrubando as lápides
E o sol estava alto quando cheguei na cidade
Fiquei ao lado de um buraco sem nome no chão
O ar estava doce e quente
Talvez fosse a cova certa,
Talvez não
Mas os corvos, corvos, corvos
Subiram, subiram, subiram da cova
É, os corvos, corvos, corvos
Subiram, subiram, subiram da cova