Traduction: Joshua Bell. Danse des esprits bienheureux (de «Orfeo ed Euridice»).
runs through fields Forever subsiding their pain Prayer... Prayer (Prayer... Prayer) Ahhh... (Bless the) Bless the children for they are the light They are the truth of spirit
Take me in my dreams recurring Cheerful as a childhood dance Into one more taste of freedom One more longing backward glance In the sway of somber music
me We're heavy weights who phase ya, like Ali did with Frasier We spit the most flavour, and musically we'll amaze you We've been blessed and we've
to dance again I'll sing in the darkness, I'll laugh in the rain Rejoice in Your love again It's Your song of freedom, now I'm free to dance again Your Spirit
I try to get my life right and pray for bright light Set flames to the wheat rows during an eclipse And the spirits will come out and dance, catch you
rhyme slayers These days everybody trying to be a thug or a player Where did all the real motherfuckers go in the game Bring back the break dancers and
every drinker every dancer lifts a happy face to thank her the fiddler fiddles something so sublime all the women tear their blouses off and the men they dance
drinker every dancer lifts a happy face to thank her the fiddler fiddles something so sublime all the women tear their blouses off and the men they dance
all the angels Of the Lord above In jubilation Sing their songs of praise! And crown this Blessed time with Peace and love. (The procession becomes a dancing
a mighty warrior Lick a shot if you a freedom fighter Lick a shot if you a true Souljah Now dance your way back to Zion (Now Dance your way back to Zion
in flight As I transcend, a-scend or de-scend Re-create, re-incarnate and re-send The powerful spirits of our ancestors For those that don't know how God blessed
and about 8 to 80 all walks of life be shoutin it out Usually when it's time for an encore I hear it But when I did somethin hot it broke in the spirit
me and make ends meet Now was I, blessed with a gift, or cursed with a curse? I follow, hearse after hearse, with verse after verse And I'll be damned if I let Billy dance
meet Now was I, blessed with a gift, or cursed with a curse? I follow, hearse after hearse, with verse after verse And I'll be damned if I let Billy dance
