Sorte Lyrics – Miguel Marôco
Singer: Miguel Marôco
Title: Sorte
É mais um ano a chegar ao fim
Quatro estações a passar por mim
No inverno ou no verão
O frio ou o quente não me vão servir
Estar aqui mas querer fugir p’ra outro lugar
E arriscar
Florir
A sorte sorri aos justos
Serei eu santo ou pecador
Se os gritos se abafam mudos
Desiste e perde a cor
Dia após dia a tentar esquecer
Melancolia de sobreviver
O cansaço de correr a vida toda
E nunca alcançar
Há de ser um dia o meu fim
Aquilo que me vai
Matar
A sorte sorri aos justos
Serei eu santo ou pеcador
Se os gritos se abafam mudos
Desistе e perde a cor
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Sorte – English Translation
It’s another year to come to an end
Four stations to pass me
In winter or summer
The cold or the hot will not serve me
Being here but wanting to escape elsewhere
And risk
Flower
Luck smiles to the righteous
I will be saint or sinner
If the screams are drowned out
Gives up and loses color
Day after day trying to forget
Survival melancholy
The tiredness of running a lifetime
And never achieve
It will be my end one day
What goes me
To kill
Luck smiles to the righteous
I will be I holy or patch
If the screams are drowned out
Down and lose color
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Lyrics Miguel Marôco – Sorte
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