Paroles et traduction Fagner - Asas

Asas

O que esse punhal tem de ave
São as asas da imaginação
A dor voa, mas volta sempre
E pousa no meu coração

O que esse punhal tem de ave
São as asas da imaginação
A dor voa, mas volta sempre
E pousa no meu coração

Voa, gaivota breve, voa leve
Que o mar tem a alma secreta
Que guarda a carne dos peixes
E a solidão do poeta

Voa, gaivota breve, voa leve
Que o mar tem a alma secreta
Que guarda a carne dos peixes
E a solidão do poeta

O que esse punhal tem de ave
São as asas da imaginação
A dor voa, mas volta sempre
E pousa no meu coração

O que esse punhal tem de ave
São as asas da imaginação
A dor voa, mas volta sempre
E pousa no meu coração

Voa, gaivota breve, voa leve
Que o mar tem a alma secreta
Que guarda a carne dos peixes
E a solidão do poeta

Voa, gaivota breve, voa leve
Que o mar tem a alma secreta
Que guarda a carne dos peixes
E a solidão do poeta

Voa, voa, voa, voa leve
Lê lê lê lá rá iê lá rá ia
Lá rá lá rá lá iê lá rá ia
E a solidão do poeta

Voa, gaivota breve, voa leve
Que o mar tem a alma secreta
Que guarda a carne dos peixes
E a solidão do poeta

Voa, voa, voa leve
Lê lê lê lá rá iê lá rá ia
Lá rá lá rá lá iê lá rá ia
E a solidão do poeta

Wings

My little bird, what wings you have
They are the wings of imagination
The pain flies, but always returns
And lands on my heart

My little bird, what wings you have
They are the wings of imagination
The pain flies, but always returns
And lands on my heart

Fly, my little seagull, fly lightly
For the sea has a secret soul
That guards the flesh of the fish
And the loneliness of the poet

Fly, my little seagull, fly lightly
For the sea has a secret soul
That guards the flesh of the fish
And the loneliness of the poet

My little bird, what wings you have
They are the wings of imagination
The pain flies, but always returns
And lands on my heart

My little bird, what wings you have
They are the wings of imagination
The pain flies, but always returns
And lands on my heart

Fly, my little seagull, fly lightly
For the sea has a secret soul
That guards the flesh of the fish
And the loneliness of the poet

Fly, my little seagull, fly lightly
For the sea has a secret soul
That guards the flesh of the fish
And the loneliness of the poet

Fly, fly, fly, fly lightly
La la la la ra ee ra re ee
Rah rah rah rah rah ee rah rah ee
And the loneliness of the poet

Fly, my little seagull, fly lightly
For the sea has a secret soul
That guards the flesh of the fish
And the loneliness of the poet

Fly, fly, fly lightly
La la la la ra ee ra re ee
Rah rah rah rah rah ee rah rah ee
And the loneliness of the poet