O lucky man
make this scene, make a fist
take us by hand
lead us from our boomtown ways
O lucky man
small town boys are nowhere going
you’ll find his plan
pull the blackjack lucky man
And with a knowing tone
the famous streams unfold
you’ll make them eat the words they never knew they spoke
O lucky man
O– lucky man
O lucky man
O– lucky man
O lucky man
cut our manners down to size
hello hightide
all you had to do was sign
O lucky man
all those people you can’t stand
got your revenge
in your palm of lucky man
And with a knowing tone
the famous streams unfold
you’ll make them eat the words
they never knew they spoke
O lucky man
O– lucky man
O lucky man
O– lucky man
repeat

Vicino al mare facciamo l’amore,
a cuore a cuore
ci divertiamo.
? marinara questa bellezza
e su questa bellezza io voglio morire.

~ an original Italian melody
Arranged and adapted by Ray Charles and Nick Perito
with additional Italian adaptation by Salvatore Gambardella

I’m catchin’ this south bound train
I’ve had enough of the pouring rain
Chilled to the bone, I have to go
Love was never a friend of mine
The only friend that I have is time
It’s down the track, ain’t lookin’ back
Mexico, O Mexico
I long to see your border town
Mexico, O Mexico
Adios mi corazon
The cars are clickin’ the night along
But all I hear is a heartbreak song
Haunting me, relentlessly
Come the morning and I will stand
On the banks of the Rio Grande
A brand new day, wash those tears away
There’s nothin’ like the feel
Of the steel against the steel
And you can’t forget the crying of the rail
There’s nothin’ like the sight
Of a moonlit desert night
To heal a broken heart that was so frail

O mio babbino care,
Mi piace, e bello bello,
Vo andare in Porta Rossa
A comperar l anello!
Si,si ci voglio andare
e se l amassi indarno
andrei sui Ponte Vecchio
ma per buttaarmi in Arno!
Mi struggo e mi tormento!
O Dio, vorrei morir!
Babbo, pieta, pieta!
Babbo, pieta, pieta!

Oh my dear daddy
I love him, he is so handsome
I want to go to Porta Rossa
to buy the ring!
Yes, yes, I mean it
And if my love were in vain
I would go to Ponte Vecchio
and throw myself in the Arno!
I fret and suffer torments!
Oh God, I would rather die!
Daddy, have pity, have pity!
Daddy, have pity, have pity!

O mio babbino caro,
mi piace ? bello, bello;
vo’andare in Porta Rossa
a comperar l’anello!
S?, s?, ci voglio andare!
e se l’amassi indarno,
andrei sul Ponte Vecchio,
ma per buttarmi in Arno!
Mi struggo e mi tormento!
O Dio, vorrei morir!

Babbo, piet?, piet?!
Babbo, piet?, piet?!

Oh dear daddy
I love him, he is so handsome
I want to go to Porta Rossa
to buy the ring
Yes, yes, I want to go there
And if my love were in vain
I would go to Ponte Vecchio
and throw myself in the Arno
I fret and suffer torments
Oh God, I would rather die
Daddy, have pity, have pity

Everyone I know is lonely
And God’s so far away
And my heart belongs to no one
So now sometimes I pray
Please take this space between us
And fill it up some way
Take this space between us
And fill it up some way

O my God you take the biscuit
Treating me this way
Expecting me to treat you well
No matter what they say
How can I turn the other cheek
It’s black and bruised and torn
I’ve been waiting
Since the day that I was born

Take this space between us
And fill it up some way
Take this space between us
And fill it up some way

The fat man in his garden
The thin man at his gate
My God you must be sleeping
Wake up, it’s much too late

Take this space between us
And fill it up some way
Take this space between us
And fill it up some way

Do I have to tell the story
Of a thousand rainy days
Since we first met
It’s a big enough umbrella
But it’s always me that ends up getting wet

Mind da Gap, o nosso nome, hip hop, a nossa vida
Conhecido por p?r o dedo na ferida
Esta ? a maneira de ser, tentem compreender
N?o vamos mudar talvez at? morrer

Muitas vezes penso pra mim porque continuo aqui?
Sabendo que as vezes ? perigoso ser-se MC
Fa?o isto porque, acreditem, ? verdade aquilo que fa?o
? memo s? fa?o aquilo em que acredito, n?o disfar?o
N?o sou farsa nem comparsa de quem ? falso ou quer ser
No compasso n?o paro, fa?o se tiver de fazer
C? pra ver tem de ser e muita for?a h? de ter
O que eu quero espero o hip hop vai vencer
Se n?o acompanhares o passo ser?s dos esca?os
Acontecer da hist?ria pode vir um fracasso
Contra a corrente sente a diferen?a na tua mente
Mind da Gap na corrida contra o tempo indiferente
Ap?stolos sem escr?pulos em m?nopolios
Disc?pulos com epis?dios, possu?mos verbais esp?lios
Portf?lios em versos e versos em todos os universos
Pr?t?tipos de equa??es pra salva??es de milh?es
Decks complexos ou n?o, sempre com inspira??o
A elimina??o na condu??o da Coaliz?o na miss?o
? profiss?o, sou um homem de neg?cios
Troco rimas por aplausos e abra?os dos meus s?cios

Mind da Gap, o nosso nome, hip hop, a nossa vida
Conhecido por p?r o dedo na ferida
Esta ? a maneira de ser, tentem compreender
N?o vamos mudar talvez at? morrer
x2

Atingimos nervos, quebramos cora??es, neur?nios
Somos ins?nios, j? n?o nos deixamos dormir ? anos
Fortes como um TIR lutamos, continuamos a vir
Avan?amos lentamente na mesma lesma a curtir
Nada muda , mas tudo se altera
Na forma que informa com a f?rmula que acumula pontos enquanto se torna
Na teia em que te prendemos e movemos em alcateia ,
Juntasse a minha volta preparam-te uma ceia
Resto, Presto pr?-hist?rico, old school como A chuva n?areia
Farei a Mariah Carey tirar a saia sem ser playa
J? agora chova a pasta sem o dinheiro da canastra
N?o sou eu quem a ganhei mas vou ser eu quem a gasta
Adoro o prato, n?o o nego ? um facto
Adoro comprar roupa de rico a metade do pre?o exacto
Produ??o do material real que te deixa de arrasto ______
O som fatal, normal, n?o parar? o nefasto
Com muito amor e mordomia , por favor fa?a favor meu senhor
O cofre ? j? ali ao fundo do corredor
Cabe?alhos n?o ca?ilhas do hip hop em Portugal
L? na frente a milhas do pelot?o principal
O meu estilo ? verbal, eu ? que sou o Keizer Soze
Come?o por acabar, deixar, ___ n?o posso ____

Mind da Gap, o nosso nome, hip hop, a nossa vida
Conhecido por p?r o dedo na ferida
Esta ? a maneira de ser, tentem compreender
N?o vamos mudar talvez at? morrer
x2

Mind da Gap…
Mind da Gap…
N?o vamos mudar talvez at? morrer
Mind da Gap …
N?o vamos mudar talvez at? morrer !!

O Parvardigar, the Preserver and Protector of all
Without beginning are you Lord without end
Non-dual , beyond compare, and none can measure You
Without color, expression, or form, nor attributes to live

You are unlimited and unfathomable
Imperishable beyond conception by our minds
Nothing can devied you ,oh God you are eternal
None can see you but with eyes divine

You always were, You always are, and always will be
You are everywhere, in everything and beyond
In the firmament above and in the deep
On all the seven planes and farther on
And in all that?s hidden to our eyes and always see

Beyond the trinity of words and in the vow
You can not be perceived or no one shall repent
O Parvardigar preserve protect us all
Without beginning are you Lord without end
You always were, You always are, and always will be

You are the Creator, the Lord of Lords
The knower of all minds and hearts
Omnipotent, omnipresent, from you we cower
You are Knowledge, Infinite Bliss, Infinite Power

You are the ocean of knowledge knowing all
Infinitely knowing, but can but tell
The knower of the past, the present and future
crowning even this, your knowledge it?s self

Oh merciful benevolent eternal
Your the trinity of Knowledge, Truth and Bliss
You are the scorce of Truth, The One with infinite attributes
You are the ocean of love we sorely miss

You always were, You always are, and always will be
You are the Ancient One, the Highest of the High
You are Prabhu and Parameshwar
You are the Beyond God, Beyond-Beyond God also
Parabrahma; Paramatma and Allah
Yezdan; Ahuramazda and God the Beloved

O Parvardigar, the Preserver and Protector of all
Without beginning are you Lord without end
You are named Ezad, the only one worthy of worship
We sing the universal prayer to you Amen

Travel far enough away, my friend, and you will discover something of great beauty: your self.
O, world’s a stage, they say