6AM Em Paris
Calma, papai
Sozinho em Paris e já são seis da manhã
Vida são dois dias, sem contar com o amanhã
Sozinho em Paris, e já são seis da manhã
Seis da manhã, seis da manhã
Não sei se ainda é cedo, já são seis da manhã
Talvez seja tarde, se ainda houver amanhã
Sozinho em Paris, e já são seis da manhã
Seis da manhã, seis da manhã
Pintei um quadro c'o teu sorriso
Mas quando acordei, não parecia ninguém
Coroa de espinhos num mar de rosas
P'ra antes de eu morrer, chegar a Jerusalém
Han-han, han, han-han-han-han
Han-han, han, han-han-han-han
Chegar a Jerusalém
Han-han, han, han-han-han-han
E antes de eu morrer, chegar a Jerusa—
Sozinho em Paris e já são sеis da manhã
Vida são dois dias, sem contar com o amanhã
Sozinho em Paris, e já são seis da manhã
Seis da manhã, seis da manhã
Não sei se ainda é cedo, já são seis da manhã
talvez seja tarde, se ainda houver amanhã
Sozinho em Paris, e já são seis da manhã
Seis da manhã, se-seis da manhã
Escrevi um poema com as tuas mentiras
E quando eu fui ler, quase que eu acreditei
Coroa de espinhos num mar de rosas
P'ra antes de eu morrer, chegar a Jerusalém
Han-han, han, han-han-han-han
Han-han, han, han-han-han-han
Chegar a Jerusalém
Han-han, han, han-han-han-han
E antes de eu morrer, chegar a Jerusalém—
Chegar a Jerusa—lém
Chegar a Jerusa—
E antes de eu morrer, chegar a Jerusalém
6AM In Paris
Calm down, Dad
Alone in Paris and it's already six in the morning
Life is short, not counting tomorrow
Alone in Paris, and it's already six in the morning
Six in the morning, six in the morning
I don't know if it's still early, it's already six in the morning
Perhaps it's too late, if there is still a tomorrow
Alone in Paris, and it's already six in the morning
Six in the morning, six in the morning
I painted a picture with your smile
But when I woke up, nobody seemed to care
A crown of thorns in a sea of roses
So that before I die, I can reach Jerusalem
Han-han, han, han-han-han-han
Han-han, han, han-han-han-han
Arriving in Jerusalem
Han-han, han, han-han-han-han
And before I die, to arrive in Jerusa—
Alone in Paris and it's already six in the morning
Life is short, not counting tomorrow
Alone in Paris, and it's already six in the morning
Six in the morning, six in the morning
I don't know if it's still early, it's already six in the morning
Perhaps it's too late, if there is still a tomorrow
Alone in Paris, and it's already six in the morning
Six in the morning, six in the morning
I wrote a poem with your lies
And when I read it, I almost believed it
A crown of thorns in a sea of roses
So that before I die, I can reach Jerusalem
Han-han, han, han-han-han-han
Han-han, han, han-han-han-han
Arriving in Jerusalem
Han-han, han, han-han-han-han
And before I die, to arrive in Jerusalem—
Arriving in Jerusalem
Arriving in Jerusa—
And before I die, to arrive in Jerusalem