Viva la Vida - Coldplay

I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own
I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing:
"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"
One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt, and pillars of sand

I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
Once you go there was never, never an honest word
That was when I ruled the world

It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in.
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn't believe what I'd become
Revolutionaries Wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king?

I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world

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Hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter will call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world

Demorei muito tempo a decidir se punha ou não esta música aqui no blog. Depois de alguma investigação descobri que afinal a música valia a pena ser ouvida.

Embora o album seja a "festejar" a revolução francesa esta música fala-nos sobre Luís XVI depois de perder o poder. O albúm, que se chama "Viva la Vida or Death and all his friends" é sobretudo sobre a fragilidade da vida e sobre a inivitabilidade da morte.

Vale a pena ouvir a música com atenção, pois ajuda-nos a relembrar a fragilidade da condição humana. A música fala, antes de qualquer questão política ou histórica, de um homem que se dá conta que, apesar de ter sido um rei poderoso, vai ter que prestar contas ao Senhor.