Snow
If I got out in the morning snow
In my pajamas and my winter coat
And take from the house our darker thoughts,
And take away the memory of loss,
And if I drop them into the snow
Will we never find them anymore?
To see him, to see him happy.
To see him, to see him happy.
In the same field where we have stood
To see your brother flay away in spring
In a light blue and silver plane,
Now the snow has covered everything.
I think we will be made clean like the snow.
I think we will become new like the snow.
To see him, to see him happy.
To see him, to see him happy.
Some winters are harder than others.
We are going to take our cameras
And look through at black trees with empty arms
And sled tracks wandering, as we are.
To see him, to see him happy.
To see him, to see him happy.
Neve
Se eu sair na neve da manhã
De pijama e meu casaco de inverno
E levar da casa nossos pensamentos sombrios,
E tirar a memória da perda,
E se eu jogá-los na neve
Nunca mais vamos encontrá-los?
Ver ele, ver ele feliz.
Ver ele, ver ele feliz.
No mesmo campo onde estivemos
Ver seu irmão voar na primavera
Em um avião azul claro e prateado,
Agora a neve cobriu tudo.
Acho que seremos purificados como a neve.
Acho que nos tornaremos novos como a neve.
Ver ele, ver ele feliz.
Ver ele, ver ele feliz.
Alguns invernos são mais difíceis que outros.
Vamos pegar nossas câmeras
E olhar para as árvores negras com braços vazios
E as marcas de trenó vagando, como nós.
Ver ele, ver ele feliz.
Ver ele, ver ele feliz.