WAKE UP DEAD MAN

Golgotha, 1900

Edvard Munch (1863-1944)

Quando uma versão é melhor que o original. Perdoem-me os fãs de U2.

Jesus, Jesus help me
I'm alone in this world
And a fucked up world it is too
Tell me, tell me the story
The one about eternity
And the way it's all gonna be


Wake up, wake up dead man
Wake up, wake up dead man


Jesus, I'm waiting here boss
I know you're looking out for us
But maybe your hands aren't free
Your father, He made the world in seven
He's in charge of heaven
Will you put in a word in for me


Wake up, wake up dead man
Wake up, wake up dead man


Listen to your words they'll tell you what to do
Listen over the rhythm that's confusing you
Listen to the reed in the saxophone
Listen over the hum of the radio
Listen over sounds of blades in rotation
Listen through the traffic and circulation
Listen as hope and peace try to rhyme
Listen over marching bands playing out their time


Wake up, wake up dead man
Wake up, wake up dead man


Jesus, were you just around the corner
Did You think to try and warn her
Or are you working on something new
If there's an order in all of this disorder
Is it like a tape recorder
Can we rewind it just once more


Wake up, wake up dead man
Wake up, wake up dead man
Wake up, wake up dead man

U2, "Pop", 1997
Versão de Maria João e Mário Laginha
"Undercovers" 2002

QUANDO VIR VAGUEAR O CORPO DA NOITE

Quando vir vaguear o corpo da noite
dançante, por entre os cascos da bruma,
virei até à janela que se despenha
no jardim das palavras.

Pedirei à sombra que me conceda ainda o verso
o verso sujo, lâmina ou centelha
ateando a manhã, entre o café
e este lume do silêncio,
a arder pela flor da giesta.

Não mais cantar senão o ar
ou as mãos que poisam, tão quietas
detentoras de incerteza, apenas.
Ficar assim, no olhar destas vidraças
onde julgo ver a vida que sonho ser

Maria João Cantinho