Norma Loy - Tragic Venus

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Tragic Venus

Strange little angels leaving the grey world
Over cathedrales graves and candles
Their wing-heads ready made for the ascension
And the call of the bells...
And the call of the bells...
And the call of the bells of Jesus Christ

In another world we might find
Maybe another God to believe in
Maybe another girl - Maybe a new scene
But i think i will stay here
But i think i will stay...
With my Tragic Venus - My secret fear

Tragic Venus, this is the last world
Tragic Venus, this is the last word
Tragic Venus, this is a new faith
The final moment, this is your death
this is your death

Now that i feel like a wild ghost
Coming down the altar, down the picture's book

Make a lot of noise
Be a savage beast
Be my Tragic Venus
Be a poisoned feasts

I can tell you Lord, you not so high
When my Tragic Venus despise your rights


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Vênus Trágica
(Norma Loy)

Estranhos anjos pequenos saindo do mundo cinzento
Sobre catedrais, sepulturas e velas
Suas cabeças-aladas prontas e preparadas para a ascenção
E o chamado dos sinos...
E o chamado dos sinos...
E o chamado dos sinos de Jesus Cristo

Em outro mundo nós podemos achar
Talvez outro Deus para nele crer
Talvez outra garota - Talvez uma nova cena
Mas eu acho que eu ficarei aqui
Mas eu acho que eu ficarei...
Com minha Vênus Trágica - Meu medo secreto

Vênus Trágica, esse é o último mundo
Vênus Trágica, essa é a última palavra
Vênus Trágica, essa é a nova fé
O momento final, essa é sua morte
essa é sua morte

Agora que eu me sinto como um fantasma selvagem
Descendo o altar, descendo o livro das imagens

Faça um monte de barulho
Seja uma besta selvagem
Seja minha Vênus Trágica
Seja festas envenenadas

Eu posso te dizer, Senhor, você não é tão alto
Quando minha Vênus Trágica despreza seus direitos

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