Mundial Dia da Música

Essa linguagem universal que em toda a parte, por todo o mundo, dos confins às capitais, por entre minúsculos sons e estridentes ruídos, num movimento perene, se ouve e se faz sentir.

when de music's over, turn of the lights,
turn of the lights for the music is your special friend.
dance on fire as it intends,
music is your only friend until the end.
cancel my subscription to the ressurrection,
send my credentials to the house of detention,
i got some friends inside,
the face in the mirror won't stop,
the girl in the window won't stop.
a feas of friends alive she cried,
waiting for me inside.
before i sink into the big sleep,
i want to hear
the scream of the butterfly.
come back, baby, back into my arms.
we're getting tired of hangin' around,
waiting around with our heads to the ground.
i hear a very gentle sound,
very near yet very far, very softly, very clear,
come today, come today.
what have they done to the earth?
what have they done to our fair sister?
ravaged and plundered and ripped her and bit her,
stuck her with knives in the side of the dawn
and tied her with fences and dragged her down.
i hear a very gentle sound...
with your ear down to the ground...
we want the world and we want it... now!
persian night! see the light!
save us! jesus! save us!
when de music's over, turn of the lights,
turn of the lights for the music is your special friend.
dance on fire as it intends,
music is your only friend until the end... until the end!

(Jim Morrison, 1968)