Flying, I thought I'd never learn that flying Flying, I thought I'd never learn that flying Voando, pensei que nunca iria aprender que voar I thought I'd spend my whole life trying, I thought I'd spend my whole life trying, Eu pensei que passaria minha vida inteira tentando For flying is that ancient art of keeping one foot on the ground... For flying is that ancient art of keeping one foot on the ground... Voar é a arte antiga de manter um pé no chão Lying, I thought I'd never keep from lying, Lying, I thought I'd never keep from lying, Voando, pensei que nunca iria aprender que voar I thought I'd lose it all by sighing, I thought I'd lose it all by sighing, Eu pensei que passaria minha vida inteira tentando For lying is that ancient art of hiding words that will never be found For lying is that ancient art of hiding words that will never be found Voar é aquela arte antiga de manter um pé no chão Crying, I thought I'd never stop that crying, Crying, I thought I'd never stop that crying, Chorando, pensei que nunca iria parar com isso I thought I'd always dream of dying I thought I'd always dream of dying Eu pensei que sempre sonharia em morrer For crying is that ancient art of weeping rivers into the ground For crying is that ancient art of weeping rivers into the ground Pois chorar é aquela arte antiga de chorar rios no chão Oh Dying, I thought I'd never see that dying, Oh Dying, I thought I'd never see that dying, Oh, morrendo, pensei que nunca veria isso morrer I thought I'd spend my whole life flying, I thought I'd spend my whole life flying, Eu pensei que passaria minha vida inteira voando For dying is that ancient art of keeping one world turning round For dying is that ancient art of keeping one world turning round Para morrer é aquela arte antiga de manter um mundo girando Sighing, I thought I'd never keep from sighing Sighing, I thought I'd never keep from sighing Suspirando, pensei que nunca deixaria de suspirar I thought I'd always be there crying, I thought I'd always be there crying, Eu pensei que sempre estaria lá chorando For sighing is that ancient art of breathing sadness all around For sighing is that ancient art of breathing sadness all around Suspirar é aquela arte antiga de respirar tristeza por toda parte And trying, I thought I'd spend my seasons trying, And trying, I thought I'd spend my seasons trying, E tentando, pensei em passar minhas temporadas tentando I thought I could stop myself from lying, I thought I could stop myself from lying, Eu pensei que poderia me impedir de mentir For trying is that ancient art of proving that the world is round For trying is that ancient art of proving that the world is round Pois tentar é a arte antiga de provar que o mundo é redondo Oh Flying, oh oh, Lying, oh oh, Crying, oh oh, Sighing, oh oh, Oh Flying, oh oh, Lying, oh oh, Crying, oh oh, Sighing, oh oh, Oh voando, oh oh, mentindo, oh oh, chorando, oh oh, suspirando, oh oh Trying, oh oh, and Dying, oh oh, Trying, oh oh, and Dying, oh oh, Tentando, oh oh, e morrendo, oh oh For Dying is that ancient art of growing flowers in the ground, For Dying is that ancient art of growing flowers in the ground, For dying é aquela arte antiga de plantar flores no chão Yes it is... Yes it is... Sim