Daquela torre eu vejo...

There must be some kind of way out of here
Said the joker to the thief
There's too much confusion
I cant get no relief
Businessman they drink my wine
Plow men dig my earth
None will level on the line
Nobody of it is worth

No reason to get excited
The thief he kindly spoke
There are many here among us
Who feel that life is but a joke
But you and I we've been through that
And this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now
The hours getting late

All along the watchtower
Princes kept the view
While all the women came and went
Bare-foot servants to
Outside in the cold distance
A wild cat did growl
Two riders were approachin
And the wind began to howl

All along the watchtower
Hear you sing around the watch
Gotta beware gotta beware I will...