Viva La Vida

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Naquela noite, após colocar Arthur no berço, Connor foi até o quarto da filha. Regina estava deitada na cama, ainda acordada, com sua camisolinha rosa. Connor se sentou perto dela.

- Não consigo dormir, papai. Canta uma música pra mim?

- Claro, meu anjo.- Disse ele, alisando os cabelos de Regina.

Regina fechou os olhos. Connor começou a cantar:

" I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own

I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing
"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"

One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand

I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Calvary choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field

For some reason I can't explain
Once you go there was never
Never an honest word
And that was when I ruled the world

It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn't believe what I'd become

Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king?

I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing
Roman Calvary choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field

For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world

I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing
Roman Calvary choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field

For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world"

Assim que terminou de cantar, olhou para Regina. Ela havia adormecido. Connor beijou a testa da filha e saiu do quarto. Foi para o seu, se jogando na cama.

Dormiu logo em seguida.

Finalmente, depois de muitos anos, ele estava em paz.

Ele Vivia La Vida.

FIM

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