Текст и перевод песни O Rappa - O Que Sobrou do Céu - Ao Vivo

O Que Sobrou do Céu - Ao Vivo

Faltou luz mas era dia, o sol invadiu a sala
Fez da TV um espelho refletindo o que a gente esquecia
Faltou luz mas era dia,dia
Faltou luz mas era dia, dia, dia
O som das crianças brincando nas ruas
Como se fosse um quintal
A cerveja gelada na esquina
Como se espantasse o mal
O chá pra curar essa azia
Um bom chá pra curar essa azia
Todas as ciências de baixa tecnologia
Todas as cores escondidas nas nuvens da rotina
Pra gente ver
Por entre os prédios e nós
Pra gente ver o que sobrou do céu
Faltou luz mas era dia, o sol invadiu a sala
Fez da TV um espelho refletindo o que a gente esquecia
Faltou luz mas era dia,dia
Faltou luz mas era dia, dia, dia
O som das crianças brincando nas ruas
Como se fosse um quintal
A cerveja gelada na esquina
Como se espantasse o mal
O chá pra curar essa azia
Um bom chá pra curar essa azia
Todas as ciências de baixa tecnologia
Todas as cores escondidas nas nuvens da rotina
Pra gente ver por entre os prédios e nós
Pra gente ver o que sobrou do céu
O que sobrou do céu

What's Left of the Sky - Live

The lights went out but it was daytime, the sun flooded the room
Turned the TV into a mirror reflecting what we had forgotten
The lights went out but it was daytime, daytime
The lights went out but it was daytime, daytime, daytime
The sound of children playing in the streets
As if it were a backyard
The ice-cold beer on the corner
As if it were warding off evil
The tea to cure this heartburn
A good tea to cure this heartburn
All the sciences of low technology
All the colors hidden in the clouds of routine
For us to see
Through the buildings and us
For us to see what's left of the sky
The lights went out but it was daytime, the sun flooded the room
Turned the TV into a mirror reflecting what we had forgotten
The lights went out but it was daytime, daytime
The lights went out but it was daytime, daytime, daytime
The sound of children playing in the streets
As if it were a backyard
The ice-cold beer on the corner
As if it were warding off evil
The tea to cure this heartburn
A good tea to cure this heartburn
All the sciences of low technology
All the colors hidden in the clouds of routine
For us to see through the buildings and us
For us to see what's left of the sky
What's left of the sky