Turning round
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
Virando
Voando, pensei que nunca iria aprender que voar
Eu pensei que passaria minha vida inteira tentando
Pois voar é aquela antiga arte de manter um pé no chão
Mentindo, pensei que nunca deixaria de mentir
Eu pensei que perderia tudo suspirando
Pois mentir é aquela antiga arte de esconder palavras que nunca serão encontradas
Chorando, eu pensei que nunca iria parar de chorar
Eu pensei que sempre sonharia em morrer
Pois chorar é aquela arte antiga de chorar rios no chão
Oh, morrendo, pensei que nunca veria isso morrer
Eu pensei que passaria minha vida inteira voando
Para morrer é aquela arte antiga de manter um mundo girando
Suspirando, pensei que nunca deixaria de suspirar
Eu pensei que sempre estaria lá chorando
Suspirar é aquela arte antiga de respirar tristeza por toda parte
E tentando, pensei em passar minhas temporadas tentando
Eu pensei que poderia me impedir de mentir
Pois tentar é a 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
Porque morrer é aquela arte antiga de plantar flores no chão
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