Flying - Chris de Burgh

FLYING

Flying, I thought I'd never learn that flying
I thought I'd spend my whole life trying
For flying is that ancient art of keeping one foot on the ground

Lying, I thought I'd never keep from lying
I thought I'd lose it all by sighing
For lying is that ancient art of hiding words that will never be found

Crying, I thought I'd never stop that crying
I thought I'd always dream of dying
For crying is that ancient art of weeping rivers into the ground

Oh Dying, I thought I'd never see that dying
I thought I'd spend my whole life flying
For dying is that ancient art of keeping one world turning round

Sighing, I thought I'd never keep from sighing
I thought I'd always be there crying
For sighing is that ancient art of breathing sadness all around

And trying, I thought I'd spend my seasons trying
I thought I could stop myself from lying
For trying is that ancient art of proving that the world is round

Oh Flying, oh oh, Lying, oh oh, Crying, oh oh, Sighing, oh oh
Trying, oh oh, and Dying, oh oh
For Dying is that ancient art of growing flowers in the ground
Yes it is 

 

VOANDO

Voando, eu jamais pensei que aprenderia assim voando
Eu pensei que eu gastaria minha vida inteira tentando
Por estar voando nessa arte antiga mantendo um pé no chão

Mentindo, eu jamais pensei que continuaria mentindo
Eu pensava que perderia tudo isso suspirando
Por estar mentindo nessa arte antiga de esconder as palavras para nunca serem achadas

Chorando, eu pensava que nunca pararia esse pranto
Eu pensava que eu sempre sonharia morrendo
Por estar chorando nessa arte antiga de chorar rios no chão

Oh morrendo, eu jamais imaginaria me ver morrendo
Eu pensava passar minha vida inteira voando
Por estar morrendo nessa arte antiga de manter um mundo girando ao redor

Suspirando, eu jamais iamginaria me manter suspirando
Eu sempre pensei estar ainda chorando
Por estar suspirando nessa arte antiga de respirar melancolia em toda a parte

E tentando, eu pensava que gastaria minhas estações tentando
Eu pensei que poderia me parar de mentir
Por estar tentando nessa arte antiga de provar que o mundo é redondo

Oh voando oh oh, mentindo oh oh, chorando oh oh, suspirando oh oh
Tentando oh oh, e morrendo oh oh
Por estar morrendo nessa arte antiga de crescer flores no chão
Sim é isso