Biografia:
Morten Harket (Kongsberg, 14 de setembro de 1959) é vocalista da banda norueguesa A-Ha.
É uma das maiores vozes dos últimos tempos e fez grande sucesso com o A-Ha. Foi eleita a melhor voz do ano de 1986.
Está na ativa de volta com o A-Ha, que continua fazendo grande sucesso no mundo. Para se ter uma ideia do sucesso com a volta do trio norueguês, o disco que marcou a volta deles (Minor Earth Major Sky) vendeu 500 mil cópias em apenas dois dias, e continuam lançando discos e fazendo muito sucesso.
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Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
F#m7 H
And should the rain fall after this
C#sus4 C# F#m7
It'll leave no colour on the things I miss
D7M E
The clouds are empty now inside of me
D7M C#m7
And in a way somehow I am free
Another mountain there to climb
But I won't look back just to see where I turned blind
Goodbye love, you almost broke my wings
This is my goodbye to this little thing
F#m7 H
Well, it takes no colour by the winter snow
C#7 F#m7
Takes no light where the sunshine flows
Takes no damage by the stones I throw
Takes no distance out of this lonely road
Has no taste of the wine that's flowed
Takes no colour of green where the spring explodes
Takes no red where leaves fill the road
C#7
And it has no face, got no face that I know
And should the rain fall after this
It'll leave no colour on the things I miss
Goodbye love, you almost broke my wings
This is my goodbye to this little thing
And should the rain fall after this
C#sus4 C# F#m7
It'll leave no colour on the things I miss
D7M E
The clouds are empty now inside of me
D7M C#m7
And in a way somehow I am free
Another mountain there to climb
But I won't look back just to see where I turned blind
Goodbye love, you almost broke my wings
This is my goodbye to this little thing
F#m7 H
Well, it takes no colour by the winter snow
C#7 F#m7
Takes no light where the sunshine flows
Takes no damage by the stones I throw
Takes no distance out of this lonely road
Has no taste of the wine that's flowed
Takes no colour of green where the spring explodes
Takes no red where leaves fill the road
C#7
And it has no face, got no face that I know
And should the rain fall after this
It'll leave no colour on the things I miss
Goodbye love, you almost broke my wings
This is my goodbye to this little thing
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