D A E
Well the sheaves have all been brought,
D E F#
but the fields have washed away,
D A E
and the palaces now stand
D E F#
where the coffins all were laid,
D A E
and the times we see ahead
D E F#
we must glaze with rosy hues
D A E
for we don't wish to admit
D E F#
what it is we have to lose
F# A E
F# A E
millennia in coming,
F# A E
the modern age is here,
F# A E
it sanctifies the future
F# A E
yet renders us with fear,
F# A E F#
so many theories, so many prophecies,
D A E F#
what we do need is a change of ideas,
F# A E F#
when we are scared we can hide in our reveries,
D A E F#
but what we need is a change of ideas,
F# A E F#
change of ideas, change of ideas,
D A E F#
what we need now is a change of ideas
D A E F#
Créditos: Lucas Martucci(lucas.hc@wnetrj.com.br)
