Violão de Rei
Eis que um dia de aflição, guardei meu violão
E falei pro meu Senhor, que não vou mais tocar
Pois a prova na minha vida, só me fazia chorar
Eu guardei o meu violão, nunca mais quero tocar
Me assentei numa escada, e comecei a lamentar
De repente, não entendi, um varão de branco se aproximar
Ele trazia um violão branco com cordas de ouro pra fazer eu chorar
Cordas de ouro a brilhar
O violão era de rei
Mas eu não podia tocar
Não era o meu, eu bem sei
Cordas de ouro a brilhar
O violão era de rei
Mas eu não podia tocar
Não era o meu, eu bem sei
Ah, ah, ah
E falou da minha vida, tudo o que eu ia passar
Que dali a três meses a promessa Deus ia me dar
Violeiro seja humilde, pra no céu você entrar
Sua missão aqui nesta terra é fazer ninguém chorar
Seja humilde a onde tocar pra Deus te abençoar
Eu não sei o nome desse anjo
Mas uma coisa eu posso falar
Que ele trazia um violão branco
Com cordas de ouro, pra fazer chorar
Cordas de ouro a brilhar
O violão era de rei
Mas eu não podia tocar
Não era o meu, eu bem sei
Cordas de ouro a brilhar
O violão era de rei
Mas eu não podia tocar
Não era o meu, eu bem sei
Ah, ah, ah
E subiu, e partiu, e eu não vi mais ele tocar
Mas ele me prometeu
Que um dia ele iria voltar
E aonde eu estivesse sempre iria me lembrar
Que ele trazia um violão branco
Com cordas de ouro, pra fazer eu chorar
Cordas de ouro a brilhar
O violão era de rei
Mas eu não podia tocar
Não era o meu, eu bem sei
Cordas de ouro a brilhar
O violão era de rei
Mas eu não podia tocar
Não o meu, eu bem sei
Não era o meu, eu bem sei
Não era meu, eu bem sei
King's Guitar
Then, one day in distress, I put away my guitar
And I told my Lord that I'm not going to play anymore
Because the trial in my life only made me cry
I put away my guitar; I never want to play again
I sat down on a step and began to lament
Suddenly, I didn't understand, a man dressed in white approached
He brought a white guitar with gold strings to make me cry
Golden strings gleaming
The guitar was fit for a king
But I couldn't play
It wasn't mine, I know that very well
Golden strings gleaming
The guitar was fit for a king
But I couldn't play
It wasn't mine, I know that very well
Ah, ah, ah
And he talked about my life, everything I was going to go through
That in three months God was going to give me the promise
Guitar player, be humble, so that you may enter heaven
Your mission here on this earth is to make sure no one cries
Be humble wherever you go so that God may bless you
I don't know the name of that angel
But one thing I can say
That he was carrying a white guitar
With golden strings, to make you cry
Golden strings gleaming
The guitar was fit for a king
But I couldn't play
It wasn't mine, I know that very well
Golden strings gleaming
The guitar was fit for a king
But I couldn't play
It wasn't mine, I know that very well
Ah, ah, ah
And he went up, and left, and I did not see him play again
But he promised me
That one day he would return
And wherever I was, I would always remember
That he was carrying a white guitar
With golden strings, to make me cry
Golden strings gleaming
The guitar was fit for a king
But I couldn't play
It wasn't mine, I know that very well
Golden strings gleaming
The guitar was fit for a king
But I couldn't play
Not mine, I know that very well
It wasn't mine, I know that very well
It wasn't mine, I know that very well