Cifras
Cantando Ciranda Na Beira do Mar

Tono: G

Introducción:

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                             G#13                                      Bbm  
Ao modo de aves cruzando as alturas
                                C7                                              Fm  
Milhares de peixes vermelhos e azuis
                             G#13                                            Bbm  
Na cega certeza de algum que conduz
                                     C7                                              Fm  
Percorrem distâncias nas águas escuras
                Bbm                                                    Fm  
Mas no oceano tem mais criaturas
                                        Bbm                                         Fm  
Que esperam famintas pra lhes devorar
          G#13                                                                              Bbm  
E aqueles que escapam vão ter de esbarrar
                                  C7                                            Fm  
Que nem peregrinos exaustos de sede
             G#13                                                                         A#º  
Nos braços dos homens que arrastam a rede
                                C7                                            Fm  
Cantando ciranda na beira do mar
        G#13            Bbm  
Cantando ciranda
          C7                    Fm  
Na beira do mar
                             G#13                                      Bbm  
Pegando carona nas grossas correntes
                                C7                                              Fm  
Se vão tartarugas de cascos brilhantes
                                          G#13                                    Bbm  
Que embarcam no rumo de praias distantes
                                     C7                                                    Fm  
Que servem de berço pra seus descendentes
                                        Bbm                                 Fm  
Que rasgam os ovos e emergem valentes
                             Bbm                                         Fm  
E correm sozinhas para se salvar
                                     G#13                                    Bbm  
Mas só uma ou outra consegue chegar
                                  C7                                            Fm  
Nas águas salgadas que impedem o abraço
             G#13                                                         A#º  
Das garras das aves de bico de aço
                                     C7                                      Fm  
Que cantam ciranda na beira do mar
                                G#13                            Bbm  
Coqueiros parecem vigias felizes
                                     C7                                                    Fm  
Que zombam do tempo que engole os humanos
                                        G#13                            Bbm  
E assim passam dias e meses e anos
                                          C7                                              Fm  
Não cedem, não cansam, não tem cicatrizes
                                     Bbm                                 Fm  
Mas o tempo aponta pra suas raízes
                             Bbm                                      Fm  
As águas começam a se aproximar
                                  G#13                                            Bbm  
Roendo as entranhas pra lhes derrubar
                                  C7                                            Fm  
Que nem condenados, pendendo, penosos
                                        G#13                                            A#º  
Nos braços dos ventos morrendo orgulhosos
                                C7                                            Fm  
Cantando ciranda na beira do mar
                                  G#13                                      Bbm  
Com olhos de vidro de cores berrantes
                                C7                                              Fm  
Balançam edifícios de quarenta andares
                                        G#13                                            Bbm  
Que olhados de longe se parecem altares
                                     C7                                                    Fm  
Do culto esquecido de uns deuses gigantes
                                     Bbm                                            Fm  
Que rompem os tempos dizendo arrogantes
                                          Bbm                                              Fm  
Que os ventos libertos não podem passar
                                        G#13                                      Bbm  
E atrás das colunas que agarram o ar
                                             C7                                                    Fm  
Uns tantos se espremem sentindo os mormaços
                                                  G#13                                              A#º  
Nas sombras de uns poucos que miram os espaços
                                C7                                            Fm  
Cantando ciranda na beira do mar
                          G#13                                      Bbm  
Eu vivo pisando nas mesmas areias
                                                  C7                            Fm  
Que o mar passa os dedos e acaricia
                                     G#13                              Bbm  
Nas noites de lua com brisa macia
                                C7                                            Fm  
Escuto o chamado das mesmas sereias
                                  Bbm                                                 Fm  
Me sento nas pedras que nas marés cheias
                             Bbm                                            Fm  
As água procuram pra se arremessar
                                  G#13                                         Bbm  
Que nem combatentes que vem guerrear
                                  C7                                                 Fm  
Sem ter esperança de fama ou de glória
                                        G#13                                                 A#º  
Se acabam em espuma, se apagam da história
                                C7                                              Fm  
Cantando ciranda na beira do mar