quarta-feira, 23 de janeiro de 2008

High Hopes




É...
Quando eu era criança
A grama era mais verde
As luzes eram mais brilhantes
O gosto era mais doce
As noites eram maravilhosas
Com amigos por perto
A brilhante bruma da manhã
A água correndo
O rio sem fim
Para sempre e sempre...
E eu não sabia do que eu precisava... e como eu precisava...
Tocaria a grama mais verde
As luzes mais brilhantes
O gosto mais doce
As noites maravilhosas
A brilhante bruma da manhã
A água correndo

E o rio sem fim pelo que eu mais preciso agora...




. High Hopes .
. Pink Floyd .


Beyond the horizon of the place we lived when we were young
In a world of magnets and miracles
Our thoughts strayed constantly and without boundary
The ringing of the division bell had begun

Along the Long Road and on down the Causeway
Do they still meet there by the Cut

There was a ragged band that followed in our footsteps
Running before times took our dreams away
Leaving the myriad small creatures trying to tie us to the ground
To a life consumed by slow decay

The grass was greener
The light was brighter
When friends surrounded
The nights of wonder

Looking beyond the embers of bridges glowing behind us
To a glimpse of how green it was on the other side
Steps taken forwards but sleepwalking back again
Dragged by the force of some inner tide
At a higher altitude with flag unfurled
We reached the dizzy heights of that dreamed of world

Encumbered forever by desire and ambition
There's a hunger still unsatisfied
Our weary eyes still stray to the horizon
Though down this road we've been so many times

The grass was greener
The light was brighter
The taste was sweeter
The nights of wonder
With friends surrounded
The dawn mist glowing
The water flowing
The endless river

Forever and ever
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