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Tiny Voices

Pequenas vozes

The brown and orange sky holds its breath The brown and orange sky holds its breath O céu marrom e alaranjado prende a respiração as the sun retreats to the distant horizon, as the sun retreats to the distant horizon, Enquanto o sol se retira no horizonte distante and our hearts palpitate anxiously as we soon will lay supine, and our hearts palpitate anxiously as we soon will lay supine, E nossos corações palpitam ansiosamente and wait for sleep to overcome us and wait for sleep to overcome us Porque em breve iremos nos estender em supinação and from somewhere in our black, and from somewhere in our black, E de algum lugar em nosso obscuro, subconscious minds when we're asleep, subconscious minds when we're asleep, Subconsciente enquanto estamos dormindo comes a haunting swelling mass of voices, comes a haunting swelling mass of voices, Se aproxima uma massa de vozes obsediantes se dilatando incessantemente resonating, its screams of forgotten victims and the cries ofinnocence, resonating, its screams of forgotten victims and the cries ofinnocence, Ressonando, gritos de vítimas esquecidas e seus prantos inocentes and the desperate plea for recognition and recompense and the desperate plea for recognition and recompense E o desesperado apelo por reconhecimento e recompensa tiny voices, echoes of our heritage, tiny voices, echoes of our heritage, Pequenas vozes, ecos dos nossos antepassados our long and sallow faces turn the other way, our long and sallow faces turn the other way, Nossos rostos pálidos e tristes se viram para o outro lado, tiny voices, harbored deep within tiny voices, harbored deep within Pequenas vozes, escondidas bem no fundo as we outwardly deny that they have something to say, as we outwardly deny that they have something to say, Porque nós negamos que elas têm algo a dizer and if we don't confront them they will never go away and if we don't confront them they will never go away E se nós não as confrontarmos elas nunca irão embora the billions of tiny pinhole embers fade into a morning sky the billions of tiny pinhole embers fade into a morning sky As bilhões de minúsculas partículas de brasa se apagam no céu da manhã filled with poignant morose wonder, filled with poignant morose wonder, Coberto de uma maravilha intensa e sombria waking a bear a cosmetic peace that verifies the turmoil waking a bear a cosmetic peace that verifies the turmoil Acordando nós carregamos uma paz superficial que demonstra o distúrbio That we carry deep inside. That we carry deep inside. Existente no interior de nossas mentes.

Composição: Greg Graffin





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