Текст и перевод песни Fernando & Sorocaba - Preces de um Fazendeiro

Preces de um Fazendeiro

Como eu queria que ninguém sofresse por amor
Pra cada espinho sempre existisse uma flor
Que toda varanda tivesse um balanço
Viver o hoje sem fazer milhões de planos

Que os avós congelassem no tempo
Que as brigas se resolvessem num beijo
Que a música trouxesse paz de norte a sul
E todos se abraçassem pra cantar boate azul
Que a chuva ouvisse as preces de um fazendeiro

E toda manhã de segunda fosse igual sexta
Que nas geladeiras não faltassem cervejas
E as amizades fossem pra sempre
E que nossos pais nunca morressem

Manhã de segunda fosse igual sexta
Que nas geladeiras não faltassem cervejas
E as amizades fossem pra sempre
E que nossos pais nunca morressem

Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh

Queria que os bons cachorros não ficassem velhos
Que ninguém fosse trabalhar num dia de tédio
Que a palavra valesse feito um contrato
E o dinheiro não comprasse um abraço
Que os times do coração nunca perdessem

E toda manhã de segunda fosse igual sexta
Que nas geladeiras não faltassem cervejas
E as amizades fossem pra sempre
E que nossos pais nunca morressem

Manhã de segunda fosse igual sexta
Que nas geladeiras não faltassem cervejas
E as amizades fossem pra sempre
E que nossos pais nunca morressem (vai)

Que toda manhã de segunda fosse igual sexta
E nas geladeiras não faltassem cervejas
E as amizades fossem pra sempre
E que nossos pais nunca morressem

Manhã de segunda fosse igual sexta
E nas geladeiras não faltassem cervejas
E as amizades fossem pra sempre (E as amizades)
E que nossos pais nunca morressem

Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh

A Farmer's Prayers

I wish nobody would suffer for love
That every thorn would have a flower
That every porch would have a swing
To live in the moment without making millions of plans

That grandparents would freeze in time
That fights would be solved with a kiss
That music would bring peace from north to south
And that everyone would embrace to sing boate azul
That the rain would hear the prayers of a farmer

And every Monday morning would be like Friday
That fridges would never run out of beer
And friendships would last forever
And that our parents would never die

Monday mornings would be like Fridays
That fridges would never run out of beer
And friendships would last forever
And that our parents would never die

Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh

I wish good dogs would never grow old
That nobody would have to work on a boring day
That a word would be worth as much as a contract
And money wouldn't buy a hug
That our favorite teams would never lose

And every Monday morning would be like Friday
That fridges would never run out of beer
And friendships would last forever
And that our parents would never die

Monday mornings would be like Fridays
That fridges would never run out of beer
And friendships would last forever
And that our parents would never die (come on)

That every Monday morning would be like Friday
And fridges would never run out of beer
And friendships would last forever
And that our parents would never die

Monday mornings would be like Fridays
And fridges would never run out of beer
And friendships would last forever (And friendships)
And that our parents would never die

Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh