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 ¿Debería caerse de amor, mi fuego en la luz There moves a thread that has no end. There moves a thread that has no end. Para perseguir una pluma en el viento En el resplandor que teje un manto de alegría For many hours and days that pass ever soon For many hours and days that pass ever soon No se mueve un hilo que no tiene fin. 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 Durante muchas horas y días que pasan cada vez más pronto Is this to end or just begin? Is this to end or just begin? las mareas han causado que la llama débil * 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) En fin, el brazo es recto, la mano al telar ¿Es este el fin o acaba de comenzar? The cup is raised, the toast is made yet again The cup is raised, the toast is made yet again * Chorus: Todo mi amor, todo mi amor, todo mi amor para usted. (repetición) 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 La copa se eleva, el brindis se hace una vez más, For me, the cloth once more to spin For me, the cloth once more to spin Una voz es clara por encima del estruendo Proud aria una palabra, mi voluntad de mantener Chorus Chorus Para mí, la ropa, una vez más a girar Yours is the cloth, mine is the hand that sews time Yours is the cloth, mine is the hand that sews time Estribillo 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 Tuya es la tela, la mía es la mano que cose el tiempo He is a feather in the wind He is a feather in the wind la suya es la fuerza que se encuentra dentro de El nuestro es el fuego, todo el calor que podemos encontrar Chorus Chorus Él es una pluma en el viento