Vocês aprontam os gatilhos
Para os outros atirar
Então vocês se afastam e assistem
Enquanto a contagem dos mortos aumenta
Vocês se escondem em suas mansões
Enquanto o sangue dos jovens
Escorre pelos seus corpos
E são enterrados na lama.
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Bob Dylan
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BLOWIN' IN THE WIND
(Bob Dylan)
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How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man?
Yes, 'n' how many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes, 'n' how many times must the cannon balls fly
Before they're forever banned?
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The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.
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How many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky?
Yes, 'n' how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry?
Yes, 'n' how many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died?
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The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.
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How many years can a mountain exist
Before it's washed to the sea?
Yes, 'n' how many years can some people exist
Before they're allowed to be free?
Yes, 'n' how many times can a man turn his head,
Pretending he just doesn't see?
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The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.
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NOTA: Quem tem ouvidos para ouvir, ouça... Quem tem olhos para ver, veja... Quem tem senso crítico para saber... lute.
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