Marrakesh Night Market Loreena McKennitt
Intro: D, C, G#
They're gathered in circles[A#] [A]
the lamps light their faces[G] [F#]
The crescent moon rock[A#]s in the sky[D]
The poets of drumming[A#] [A]
keep heartbeats suspend[G]ed[F#]
The smoke swirls up an[A#]d then dies[D]
Would you like my mask?
would you like my mirror?
cries the man in the shadowing hood
You can look at yourself
you can look at each other
or you can look at the face, the face of your god
The stories are woven
and fortunes are told
The truth is measured by the weight of your gold
The magic lies scattered
on rugs on the ground
Faith is conjured in the night market's sound
Would you like my mask?
would you like my mirror?
cries the man in the shadowing hood
You can look at yourself
you can look at each other
or you can look at the face, the face of your god
The lessons are written
on parchments of paper
They're carried by horse from the river Nile
says the shadowy voice
In the firelight, the cobra
is casting the flame a winsome smile
Would you like my mask?
would you like my mirror?
cries the man in the shadowing hood
You can look at yourself
you can look at each other
or you can look at the face, the face of your god...
Se la dedico a Toni porque como es mi supermejoramigoguaydelamuerte y Lau que es la
mas guaygenialtiabuenaupssemeacolado! por soportarme siempre que pongo Loreena Mckennitt!!
quiero!! =D un besazo;)
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