Paroles et traduction Os Arrais - Montréal - Ao Vivo

Montréal - Ao Vivo

Quero respirar o ar de um novo lar
E avistar outras colinas
Que conspirariam contra o que já vi
Das paisagens conhecidas

E a fronteira da poesia encontrar
Onde nasce cada rima
Tendo como cama, a grama e teto, o céu
Esquecer minhas feridas

E as memórias desta vida eu vou plantar
E as regar com recomeços
Nem mil dicionários poderão conter
Adjetivos que os descrevam

Fecho os olhos
E encho o peito
Do ar de um monte
Onde rico e pobre
Comerão da mesa do Rei

Montreal - Live

I want to breathe the air of a new home
And see other hills
That would conspire against what I have already seen
Of the familiar landscapes

And to find the frontier of poetry
Where every rhyme is born
With grass as my bed and the sky as my roof
To forget my wounds

And I will plant the memories of this life
And water them with new beginnings
Not a thousand dictionaries will be able to contain
The adjectives that describe them

I close my eyes
And fill my chest
With the air of a mountain
Where rich and poor
Will eat at the King's table