Arthur Morgan (Red Dead Redemption 2) - Redenção
Sister, I'm dying
I've been a wicked man
And this guilt are scourging me
Yeah, you claim to see a good soul
But sister grasp, I've killed
I once had a life, a wife, a son, a mother
Now all is flying
And to hell with my father
Sister the fact is: I'm afraid
And I'm afraid because
I don't know how much time
I have on this Earth at all
Sometimes I feel I'm in hell
But you claim another exists
Know I'm headed there as well
There as well, for I've walked the path of sinners
Never been a saint, always played for winners
Winners on this Earth, losers on our tombs
Exilados, procurados, em Blackwater
Um plano perfeito que, por pouco
Não trouxe o nosso fim
Dutch Van der Linde
Nosso líder, estava errado
E o bando agora busca redenção
Em terras distantes
Enfrentamos a morte materializada
Na neve implacável
Roubando dessa gente rica
Pra dessas migalhas comer
Mas dinheiro traz poder
E o poder torna então o homem miserável
Fugindo de novo
Porque se não matar, você vai morrer
What do we need? Redemption
We'll fight on never losing, our faith
We are the river as well as the current
Come officers, come hear our pray
We are wandering in a lawless land
Crying out: Redemption
Você perguntou se somos criminosos
Não, somos só foras da lei
Não se contrata um santo
Pra pegar o pecador
Por isso demônios existem
E quem vai cobrar você?
Fugindo de mais uma cidade
Há Pinkertons por toda parte
Em Rhodes, as coisas vão bem
Até se envolvermos com essas famílias
O pequeno Jack foi capturado
Então vamos lá mostrar pros Braithwaite
O que acontece com quem encostar
No filho de John Marston
Vamos botar fogo nessa mansão
E eu quero ver todos vocês queimar
Rico é pior do que o ladrão
Me diz, quem mexe com crianças?
Me diga onde está, me diga onde está ele
Velha, cê já perdeu tudo, diga se valeu a pena
Era apenas ficar longe daquela criança
Corra para o fogo
É essa a eternidade que te espera
What do we need? Redemption
We'll fight on never losing, our faith
We are the river as well as the current
Come officers, come hear our pray
We are wandering in a lawless land
Crying out: Redemption
O homem que está com Jack
É nada mais nada menos que
O chefe da máfia da cidade de Saint Denis
Angelo Bronte
Vamo lá conhecer o lugar
Onde esse italiano se esconde
Tudo aconteceu muito rápido
Jack foi entregue tão fácil
Mas Bronte, esse homem
Sou especialista em dissimulados
Dutch confiou em um bastardo
E agora com ódio descontrolado
Bronte mexeu com o bando errado
Mexeu com o homem errado
Bronte, cê armou pra nós? (Wo, wo, wo, wo)
Sabe o que vai acontecer? (Ié, é, ié, é)
Tente visualizar, no meio do pântano você está
Se Dutch quiser ser bonzinho com você
Cê só vai virar comida de jacaré
Com o chefão morto
Agora podemos armar o roubo
Do banco
Pra então conseguir libertar nosso povo
Mas era óbvio, Hosea foi morto
Pinkertons não são poucos, é o fim da linha
Dutch com novos planos
Pegamos um barco, rumamos ao oceano
Tempestade arruína o tempo
Destruindo tantos anos
Lutamos pra sobreviver
Corpos fracos, somente com a alma
Pensei que a gente ia morrer, mas vejam só
Welcome to Guarma
What do we need? Redemption
We'll fight on never losing, our faith
We are the river as well as the current
Come officers, come hear our pray
We are wandering in a lawless land
Crying out: Redemption
Quando foi que a gente
Deu tanta sorte pro azar?
Como isso aconteceu?
Olha onde viemos parar
Ativei o piloto automático
Matei quem julguei estar errado
E salvei quem julguei estar certo
Unidos para sair de lá
Recepção americana é com balas
Balas e mais balas
E o bando se reinventa
Pra continuar a existir
Dutch, eu tô cansado
Cê só fala, fala, fala
E o bando já tá esgotado de te ouvir
Andava me sentindo mal
Tem algum tempo
(Cof-cof-cof)
Cê tem tuberculose
E eu que já levei tanto chumbo
O melhor amigo da dor
Nunca senti o que senti
Quando ouvi a voz daquele doutor
Tensões no bando se intensificam
O Dutch mudou, alguém nos sacaneou
Temos um traidor
Micah, eu sei que foi você
Desde Blackwater
E o Dutch também é da sua laia
Deixou o John pra morrer
John, eu tô morrendo
Enquanto os Pinkertons não chegam
Pega tua mulher e teu filho
E some pra longe daqui
Porque eu vou dar um jeito
De me redimir primeiro
E essa noite, os desgraçados vão morrer
Mas, no fundo, eu sempre soube
Que o meu fim não seria
Como todos sempre desejam
Quando foi que eu me perdi
Até estar aqui tentando
Ver a luz que ainda resta?
Micah, eu sei seu fim
Dutch, eu sei seu fim
E se mudei o de John
Deus, tenha misericórdia de mim
Pois alcancei minha redenção
My Redemption
Arthur Morgan (Red Dead Redemption 2) - Redemption
Sister, I'm dying
I've been a wicked man
And this guilt is tearing me apart
Yeah, you say you see a good soul
But sister, understand, I've killed
I once had a life, a wife, a son, a mother
Now everything's slipping away
And to hell with my father
Sister, the truth is: I'm scared
And I'm scared because
I don't know how much time
I have left on this Earth at all
Sometimes I feel like I'm in hell
But you say another place exists
Know I'm headed there too
There too, for I've walked the path of sinners
Never been a saint, always played for winners
Winners on this Earth, losers in our graves
Exiled, hunted, in Blackwater
A perfect plan that, almost
Brought us to our end
Dutch Van der Linde
Our leader, was wrong
And the gang is now seeking redemption
In distant lands
We faced death personified
In the relentless snow
Stealing from the rich
To eat these scraps
But money brings power
And power makes a man miserable
Running again
Because if you don't kill, you'll die
What do we need? Redemption
We'll fight on never losing, our faith
We are the river as well as the current
Come officers, come hear our prayer
We are wandering in a lawless land
Crying out: Redemption
You asked if we're criminals
No, we're just outlaws
You don't hire a saint
To catch the sinner
That's why demons exist
And who will collect from you?
Fleeing from another town
There are Pinkertons everywhere
In Rhodes, things are going well
Until we get involved with those families
Little Jack was captured
So let's go show the Braithwaites
What happens to those who touch
John Marston's son
Let's set fire to that mansion
And I want to see all of you burn
Rich is worse than the thief
Tell me, who messes with kids?
Tell me where he is, tell me where he is
Old lady, you've lost everything, tell me if it was worth it
It was just to stay away from that child
Run to the fire
Is this the eternity that awaits you?
What do we need? Redemption
We'll fight on never losing, our faith
We are the river as well as the current
Come officers, come hear our prayer
We are wandering in a lawless land
Crying out: Redemption
The man with Jack
Is nothing more than
The head of the mafia in Saint Denis
Angelo Bronte
Let's go check out the place
Where this Italian is hiding
Everything happened so fast
Jack was handed over so easily
But Bronte, this man
Is a master of deception
Dutch trusted a bastard
And now with uncontrolled rage
Bronte messed with the wrong gang
Messed with the wrong man
Bronte, did you set us up? (Wo, wo, wo, wo)
You know what's going to happen? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Try to visualize, you're in the swamp
If Dutch wants to be nice to you
You'll just become alligator food
With the boss dead
Now we can plan the heist
Of the bank
To then free our people
But it was obvious, Hosea was killed
Pinkertons are not few, it's the end of the line
Dutch with new plans
We took a boat, headed to the ocean
Storm ruins the weather
Destroying so many years
We fought to survive
Weak bodies, only with the soul
I thought we were going to die, but look
Welcome to Guarma
What do we need? Redemption
We'll fight on never losing, our faith
We are the river as well as the current
Come officers, come hear our prayer
We are wandering in a lawless land
Crying out: Redemption
When did we
Get so lucky with bad luck?
How did this happen?
Look where we ended up
I activated the autopilot
Killed who I thought was wrong
And saved who I thought was right
United to get out of there
American reception is with bullets
Bullets and more bullets
And the gang reinvents itself
To continue to exist
Dutch, I'm tired
You just talk, talk, talk
And the gang is already worn out from hearing you
I was feeling bad
For some time
(Cough-cough-cough)
You have tuberculosis
And I've taken so many bullets
The best friend of pain
Never felt what I felt
When I heard that doctor's voice
Tensions in the gang are rising
Dutch has changed, someone betrayed us
We have a traitor
Micah, I know it was you
Since Blackwater
And Dutch is also your kind
Left John to die
John, I'm dying
While the Pinkertons don't arrive
Grab your wife and your kid
And get the hell out of here
Because I'm going to find a way
To redeem myself first
And tonight, those bastards will die
But deep down, I always knew
That my end wouldn't be
Like everyone always wishes
When did I lose myself
Until being here trying
To see the light that still remains?
Micah, I know your end
Dutch, I know your end
And if I changed John's
God, have mercy on me
For I have found my redemption
My Redemption