Eagle (Abba) - Ao crepúsculo ( Poema de Pablo Neruda).wmv

Um poema meio triste, cheio de lembranças e saudades de um grande amor e
uma música muito bonita do grupo Abba. Espero que apreciem, tudo foi feito com muito carinho.

Eagle

They came flying from far away
now I'm under their spell
I love hearing the stories that they tell

They've seen places beyond my land
and they've found new horizons
They speak strangely but I understand
And I dream I'm an eagle
And I dream I can spread my wings
Flying high, high,
I'm a bird in the sky
I'm an eagle that rides on the breeze
High, high,
what a feeling to fly
Over mountains and forests and seas
And to go anywhere that I please

As all good friends we talk all night,
and we fly wing to wing
I have questions and they know everything

There's no limit to what I feel,
we climb higher and higher
Am I dreaming or is it all real?
Is it true I'm an eagle?
Is it true I can spread my wings?
Flying high, high,
I'm a bird in the sky
I'm an eagle that rides on the breeze
High, high,
what a feeling to fly
Over mountains and forests and seas
And to go anywhere that I please

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