The Boy
The Boy
(Bruce/Hart)
You play the changes, watch the stars
Look for new gods and number the years
Since you lost your nerve and let the lady into your head
You fly the snowflakes down and down
And join the circus - you're the clown
ut when you're in the ring your friends have run away and left you for dead
When the boy was born and laughing at the world
Then was day, then was play, then was love
When the sun was young and flying over the sky
Then was day, then was play, then was love
You went to the people played their desp'rate games
You turned your mind all around their rhymes
But your reason had gone, you're yearning for your lady
They climbed the ladder, they've joined the queue
Friends and strangers ignoring you
And now your time and tide is up
The years are rolling away
The boy is old and longing for the night
On his own, cold as stone, he goes down
O Menino
Você toca as mudanças, observa as estrelas
Procura novos deuses e conta os anos
Desde que perdeu a coragem e deixou a dama entrar na sua cabeça
Você faz as flocos de neve descerem e descerem
E se junta ao circo - você é o palhaço
Mas quando está na arena, seus amigos fugiram e te deixaram pra morrer
Quando o menino nasceu e ria do mundo
Era dia, era brincadeira, era amor
Quando o sol era jovem e voava pelo céu
Era dia, era brincadeira, era amor
Você foi até as pessoas, jogou seus jogos desesperados
Virou sua mente em torno das rimas deles
Mas sua razão se foi, você anseia pela sua dama
Eles subiram a escada, se juntaram à fila
Amigos e estranhos te ignorando
E agora seu tempo e mar acabaram
Os anos estão passando
O menino está velho e ansiando pela noite
Sozinho, frio como pedra, ele desce