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The Fire Cow

Madredeus

A Vaca de Fogo

À porta daquela igreja
Vai um grande corropio
À porta daquela igreja
Vai um grande corropio

Às voltas de uma coisa velha
Reina grande confusão
Às voltas de uma coisa velha
Reina grande confusão

Os putos já fogem dela
Deitam fogo a rebentar
Os putos já fogem dela
Deitam fogo a rebentar

Soltaram uma vaca em chamas
Com um homem a guiar
Soltaram uma vaca em chamas
Com um homem a guiar

São voltas
Ai, amor, são voltas
São as voltas
São as voltas da maralha
Ai, são voltas
Ai, amor, são voltas
São as voltas da canalha
Ai, são voltas, sete voltas
São as voltas da maralha
Ai, são voltas, sete voltas
São as voltas da canalha

À porta daquela igreja
Vive o ser tradicional
À porta daquela igreja
Vive o ser tradicional

Às voltas de uma coisa velha
E não muda a condição
Às voltas de uma coisa velha
E não muda a condição

À porta daquela igreja
Vai um grande corropio
À porta daquela igreja
Vai um grande corropio

Às voltas de uma coisa velha
Reina grande confusão
Às voltas de uma coisa velha
Reina grande confusão

São voltas
Ai, amor, são voltas
São as voltas
São as voltas da maralha
Ai, são voltas
Ai, amor, são voltas
São as voltas da canalha
Ai, são voltas, sete voltas
São as voltas da maralha
Ai, são voltas, sete voltas
São as voltas da canalha

The Fire Cow

At the door of that church
There's a great commotion
At the door of that church
There's a great commotion

Around an old thing
There's great confusion
Around an old thing
There's great confusion

The kids are already running away from it
Setting fire to explode
The kids are already running away from it
Setting fire to explode

They released a cow on fire
With a man guiding it
They released a cow on fire
With a man guiding it

They're turning around
Oh, love, they're turning around
They're the turns
They're the turns of the rabble
Oh, they're turning around
Oh, love, they're turning around
They're the turns of the scoundrels
Oh, they're turning around, seven turns
They're the turns of the rabble
Oh, they're turning around, seven turns
They're the turns of the scoundrels

At the door of that church
Lives the traditional being
At the door of that church
Lives the traditional being

Around an old thing
And the condition doesn't change
Around an old thing
And the condition doesn't change

At the door of that church
There's a great commotion
At the door of that church
There's a great commotion

Around an old thing
There's great confusion
Around an old thing
There's great confusion

They're turning around
Oh, love, they're turning around
They're the turns
They're the turns of the rabble
Oh, they're turning around
Oh, love, they're turning around
They're the turns of the scoundrels
Oh, they're turning around, seven turns
They're the turns of the rabble
Oh, they're turning around, seven turns
They're the turns of the scoundrels

Escrita por: Gabriel Gomes / Pedro Ayres Ferreira Magalhães