October 29, 1990, in Brussels - Unforgettable Sinead O'Connor! Her shaved his hair just to show that it is much more than a pretty face, has a soul, talent (sooo talented) and own opinion.
A 17th century poem . A beat that bands ranging from Public Enemy to Sinead used.
Here she shows a little of their true beauty and does just the dance, Celtic origin of this incredible music. Follow the letter below.
Inesquecível Sinead O'Connor! Raspa o cabelo só pra mostrar que é muito mais que um rosto bonito, tem alma, talento (muuuito talento) e opinião própria.
Aqui ela mostra um pouquinho de sua verdadeira beleza e executa com perfeição a dança, de origem celta desta música incrível. Acompanhe a letra abaixo.
I am streched on your grave
And will lie there forever
If your hands were in mine
I'd be sure we'd not sever
My apple tree my brightness
It's time we were together
For I smell of the earth
And am worn by the weather
When my family thinks
That I'm save in my bed
From night until morning
I'm streched on your head
Calling out to the air
With tears hot and wild
My grief for the girl
That I loved as a child
Do you remember
The night we were lost
In the shade of the blackthorn
And the chill of the frost
Thanks be to Jesus
We did what was right
And your maidenhead still
Is your pillar of light
The priests and the friars
Approach me in dread
Because I still love you
My love and your dead
I still would be your shelter
Through rain and through storm
And with you in your cold grave
I cannot sleep warm
So I'm streched on your grave
and I will lie there forever
if your hands were in mine
I'd be sure we'd not sever
My apple tree my brightness
It's time we were together
For I smell on earth
and am worn by the weather
23 июл 2011
