Sinead O' Connor - I'm stretched on your grave - live скачать видео бесплатно

October 29, 1990, in Brussels - Unforgettable Sinead O'Connor! He 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