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Moon Over Bourbon Street - Sting

Originariamente vocalista do grupo "The Police", ao partir para a carreira solo, Sting atingiu o ápice de sua carreira. O álbum "Bring on The Night", gravado em Paris, com uma banda de super músicos negros e que virou filme, deu a Sting o status de mega pop star que o acompanha até hoje. "Moon Over Bourbon Street" merece o rótulo de clássico.

Letra

There‘s a moon over Bourbon Street tonight I see faces as they pass beneath the pale lamplight I‘ve no choice but to follow that call The bright lights, the people, and the moon and all I pray everyday to be strong For I know what I do must be wrong Oh you‘ll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet While there‘s a moon over Bourbon Street It was many years ago that I became what I am I was trapped in this life like an innocent lamb Now I can only show my face at noon And you‘ll only see me walking by the light of the moon The brim of my hat hides the eye of a beast I‘ve the face of a sinner but the hands of a priest Oh you‘ll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet While there‘s a moon over Bourbon Street She walks everyday through the streets of New Orleans She‘s innocent and young from a family of means I have stood many times outside her window at night To struggle with my instinct in the pale moon light How could I be this way when I pray to God above I must love what I destroy and destroy the thing I love Oh you‘ll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet While there‘s a moon over Bourbon Street