Hurricane

Hamilton: An American Musical

Furacão

Ainda não temos a cifra desta música.

In the eye of a hurricane
There is quiet
For just a moment
A yellow sky

When I was seventeen a hurricane
Destroyed my town
I didn’t drown
I couldn’t seem to die

I wrote my way out
Wrote everything down far as I could see
I wrote my way out
I looked up and the town had its eyes on me

They passed a plate around
Total strangers
Moved to kindness by my story
Raised enough for me to book passage on a
Ship that was New York bound

I wrote my way out of hell
I wrote my way to revolution
I was louder than the crack in the bell
I wrote Eliza love letters until she fell
I wrote about The Constitution and defended it well
And in the face of ignorance and resistance
I wrote financial systems into existence
And when my prayers to God were met with indifference
I picked up a pen, I wrote my own deliverance

In the eye of a hurricane
There is quiet
For just a moment
A yellow sky

I was twelve when my mother died
She was holding me
We were sick and she was holding me
I couldn’t seem to die

Wait for it, wait for it, wait for it

Wait for it, wait for it, wait for it
Wait for it, wait for it, wait for it, wait

I’ll write my way out
Write ev’rything down, far as I can see
I’ll write my way out
Overwhelm them with honesty

History has its eyes on you

This is the eye of the hurricane, this is the only
Way I can protect my legacy

Wait for it, wait for it, wait for it, wait

The Reynolds Pamphlet

No olho de um furacão
Tem calmaria
Por apenas um momento
Um céu amarelo

Quando eu tinha dezessete anos um furacão
Destruiu a minha cidade
Eu não me afoguei
Parecia que eu não conseguia morrer

Eu saí disso escrevendo
Escrevi tudo o quanto podia enxergar
Eu saí disso escrevendo
Eu olhei para cima e a cidade estava de olho em mim

Eles fizeram uma vaquinha
Estranhos completos
Movidos à gentileza pela minha história
Juntaram o suficiente para comprar uma passagem em um
Navio que iria para Nova York

Eu escrevi para sair do inferno
Eu escrevi para chegar à revolução
Eu era mais barulhento que o badalar de um sino
Eu escrevi cartas de amor a Eliza até ela se apaixonar
Eu escrevi sobre a Constituição e a defendi bem
E diante da ignorância e da resistência
Eu escrevi sistemas financeiros que ainda não existiam
E quando meus pedidos a Deus foram ignorados
Eu peguei uma caneta, eu escrevi minha própria salvação