So much to say but
Lots of question marks, that's who I am
I've learned to blame myself, you know
In my anger at 16
What does it matter to you
If I'm an ordinary guy
Used to eating poorly
I believe my desert
Is a sea
Worn out by too much salt
Too much sun or too much loneliness
That doesn't know how to shout 'Hallelujah'
Nothing works like 'Hallelujah'
After the tiles, 'Hallelujah' once again
It's been a while we haven't screamed
'Hallelujah'
In my throat I have
Anger and fuel
But my eyes are out of focus
Oh oh
There are things I want to scream
Things I want to do
Things I should say
What difference does it make to you
If I sleep at a bar
And if I drank to fill up the sea?
I believe my desert is salt
Worn out by too many cages
Too many, maybe two fears
That doesn't know how to shout 'Hallelujah'
Nothing works like 'Hallelujah'
After the tiles, 'Hallelujah' once again
It's been a while we haven't screamed
'Hallelujah'
Tell me everything I need is just to rise
Tell me everything I need is seat and cry
Yeah, you give me life
(Yeah, you give me life...)
Yeah, you give me life
Tell me everything I need is just to rise
Tell me everything I need is seat and cry
Yeah, you give me life
Yeah, you give me life
But I don't know how to shout 'Hallelujah'
Nothing works like 'Hallelujah'
After the tiles, 'Hallelujah' once again
I swear to you now I know how to shout
'Hallelujah'
This translation has been made by Alma Barroca. In case you want to use it elsewhere for whatever function, please ask for permission first and always cite my name as its author. /
Esta tradução foi feita por Alma Barroca. Caso você queira reutilizá-la, em qualquer sentido, por favor peça permissão antes e sempre cite meu nome como o do autor.