Breath After Breath
Breath After Breath
Ama! Danca!
Every day I wake up in this room
And I don't know
Where I come from,
Where I'm going to
Then I hear the voice
Senhora musa da paz
Me abraca
Me carrega no teu andor
Dormir no colo da dor
Amiga, arrasa!
A tua mao desenhou
O sonho na areia
Agora, entrega de vez
Meu rumo
E vida
From where I stand
The truth isn't black and white
Alone we live and die
We love and fight
Breath after breath
We carry this mortal coil
Safe for tomorrow
Do I dare
Oh do I dare
Follow through the goorsteps
My whole body hears
Beating on my heart like a feather
Beating of a moment til I disappear
Diga uma palavra alegre
Manda um recado
Que seja agoca
Faz o mundo ficar novo
E dancar no colo do tal de amor
From where I stand
The truth isn't black and white
Alone we live and die
We love and fight
Breath after breath
We carry this mortal coil
Safe for tomorrow
Circles in sand are washed out into the sea
Just as we slip on through to eternity
Breath after breath
We carry this mortal coil
Safe for tomorrow
Diga uma palavra, cara
Bem alegre
Corre, manda logo um recado
Me abraca
Faz um clima doce
Me arrepia!
Chega de sufocol
Me poe louco!
Me faz diamante
Teu amante
Danca ao som do vento
Me ensina
Basta de sufoco
Nao faz jogo...
A flame of love is burning
Always
The song is of the planets
Oh whooooooo
The dance is to the rhythm of the rain
Where everyone is coming from
Is coming to
And birth is just a
Breath after breath
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