Saudações, nobres viajantes que passam por aqui! Novamente encontro-me aqui para sugerir uma canção para esse dia frio. Recentemente, a mestra de sagas
Ana Lúcia Merege fez-me lembrar de uma belíssima canção: Far Country, de Mike Oldfield. Uma melodia linda e suave combinada a uma letra que faria qualquer druida ou xamã suspirar pela amada...
Far Country - Mike Oldfield
She takes the rain, turns it to sun
And my soul, she fills it
Where once was a desert, rivers now run
And my storm, she stills it, she takes the rain
She breathes the air from a far country
This bond survives like a tall, tall tree
I close my eyes and how far I see
She takes the rain
She gives me hope when there's nothing but pain
I can't explain it
Two different leaves but the branch is the same
Forever, let it be, she takes the rain
She breathes the air from a far country
This bond survives like a tall, tall tree
I close my eyes and how far I see
She takes the rain
She takes the rain
She breathes the air from a far country
This bond survives like a tall, tall tree
I close my eyes and how far I see
She takes the rain
Linda, não?
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Josephine Wall