on a montain
           in a foreign country
           Trying to send a
           massage
           To his people, back in
           the ghetto
           He had a home one time
           Love of a girl
           But he left that behind
           Oh yes I can hear him
           clearly
           as he whispers in the air
           His voice came out loud
           and clear
           All hi asked for was a
           prayer
           and as he turns to walk
           away he said
Chorus:
           I'm still here in the house
           of exile
           For the love of the nation

           Sun went down on the
           montain
           Birds flew back to their
           hiding places
           Leaving him standing
           there like a telephone
           pole
           in the still of the night
           You and I dream
           Dreaming of Romeo e
           Juliet
           All he dream about is
           the freedom of the nation
           When every man will be
           equal
           In the eyes of the law
           As he closes his eyes
          For the last time he said
          again

Chorus till fade

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Rodrigo Correa. Porto Alegre,
Rio Grande do Sul, Brasil