Should I fall out of love, my fire in the light Should I fall out of love, my fire in the light (Jones/Plant) To chase a feather in the wind To chase a feather in the wind Within the glow that weaves a cloak of delight Within the glow that weaves a cloak of delight Deveria eu me perder do amor, meu fogo na luz There moves a thread that has no end. There moves a thread that has no end. Para perseguir uma pena ao vento Pela intensidade que costura um manto de delicias For many hours and days that pass ever soon For many hours and days that pass ever soon Deixando um fio que não tem fim the tides have caused the flame to dim the tides have caused the flame to dim At last the arm is straight, the hand to the loom At last the arm is straight, the hand to the loom Por tantas horas e dias que passam tão rápido Is this to end or just begin? Is this to end or just begin? As marés fizeram a chama diminuir * Chorus: All of my love, all of my love, All of my love to you. (repeat) * Chorus: All of my love, all of my love, All of my love to you. (repeat) Por fim o braço esta estendido, a mão no tear Será isso o fim ou apenas o começo? The cup is raised, the toast is made yet again The cup is raised, the toast is made yet again Refrão: De todo meu amor, de todo meu amor, oh One voice is clear above the din One voice is clear above the din Proud Aryan one word, my will to sustain Proud Aryan one word, my will to sustain A xícara erguida, o brinde está feito mais uma vez For me, the cloth once more to spin For me, the cloth once more to spin Uma voz soa clara acima dos ruídos Orgulhoso ariano, uma palavra, minha vontade de apoiar Chorus Chorus Para mim, o tecido mais uma vez a girar Yours is the cloth, mine is the hand that sews time Yours is the cloth, mine is the hand that sews time Refrão his is the force that lies within his is the force that lies within Ours is the fire, all the warmth we can find Ours is the fire, all the warmth we can find Seu é o tecido, minha é a mão que costura o tempo He is a feather in the wind He is a feather in the wind Dele é a força que repousa por dentro Nosso é o fogo, todo o calor que podemos encontrar Chorus Chorus Ele é uma pena no vento