Sell Organs For Money Pros And Con

Words and music: Silvio Rodriguez (Cuba)

Version: Silvio Rodríguez

Version: Nara Leão (knew) (Brazil)

Lyrics:

Suppose that in a productive work

find you in your handkerchief singular

and after that decisive moment,

suppose you do not stop looking.

Suppose your glow pursue both

to crush a groove and I have my sermon,

to cut a tender fruit,

I forgot my hat

benefactor

and no qualms about the heat

the time that lights the sun

suppose water to last you ask

and suppose that you're my song.

Suppose introduce myself as friend,

I ask you name and profession,

I look down and say it has rained

or other comments without reason.

Suppose you looked at me

comprehensive but you have nothing to add.

Suppose then talk about life

appear as if

I have much to tell,

I'm an original.

Suppose you laugh funny

and suppose that you're my song.

Suppose there was an evening for the cinema

and I arrived an hour later,

strange because the route I came

was not here, but the reverse.

Suppose that the screen will light up,

breaking and holding your profile.

Suppose your hand a bird collection,

and a hunter, rifle without

a timid finger, will open

yes or no from future.

Suppose you're not surprised

and suppose that you're my song.

Suppose that fortune is our friend

and three to five can be.

Your father hand smoke me in the corner:

the door, password, and you, woman.

Suppose I come in and we hugged.

Suppose that everything is exhausting:

is the first time that we love.

But suppose I'm talking non-stop,

suppose the time comes and goes,

original I suppose.

Suppose that we strip

and suppose that you're my song.