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Morning Glory

Glória da Manhã

I lit my purest candle close to my I lit my purest candle close to my Acendi minha vela mais pura perto da minha Window, hoping it would catch the eye Window, hoping it would catch the eye Janela, esperando que chamasse a atenção Of any vagabond who passed it by Of any vagabond who passed it by De qualquer vagabundo que passasse por ela And I waited in my fleeting house And I waited in my fleeting house E eu esperei em minha casa fugaz Before he came I felt him drawing near Before he came I felt him drawing near Antes que ele viesse, eu o senti se aproximando As he neared I felt the ancient fear As he neared I felt the ancient fear Quando ele se aproximou, senti o antigo medo That he had come to wound my door and jeer That he had come to wound my door and jeer Que ele veio para ferir minha porta e zombar And I waited in my fleeting house And I waited in my fleeting house E eu esperei em minha casa fugaz Tell me stories, I called to the Hobo Tell me stories, I called to the Hobo Conte-me histórias, gritei para o Hobo Stories of cold, I smiled at the Hobo Stories of cold, I smiled at the Hobo Histórias de frio, sorri para o Hobo Stories of old, I knelt to the Hobo Stories of old, I knelt to the Hobo Histórias antigas, ajoelhei-me para o Hobo And he stood before my fleeting house And he stood before my fleeting house E ele ficou diante da minha casa fugaz No, said the Hobo, No more tales of time No, said the Hobo, No more tales of time Não, disse o Hobo, Chega de histórias sobre o tempo Don't ask me now to wash away the grime Don't ask me now to wash away the grime Não me peça agora para lavar a sujeira I can't come in 'cause it's too high a climb I can't come in 'cause it's too high a climb Não posso entrar porque é uma subida muito alta And he walked away from my fleeting house And he walked away from my fleeting house E ele se afastou da minha casa fugaz Then you be damned!, I screamed to the Hobo Then you be damned!, I screamed to the Hobo Então você se dane!, eu gritei para o Hobo Leave me alone, I wept to the Hobo Leave me alone, I wept to the Hobo Deixe-me em paz, eu chorei para o Hobo Turn into stone, I knelt to the Hobo Turn into stone, I knelt to the Hobo Transforme-se em pedra, ajoelhei-me para o Hobo And he walked away from my fleeting house And he walked away from my fleeting house E ele se afastou da minha casa fugaz

Composição: David Gilmour / Duke Ellington / Nick Mason / Richard Wright / Roger Waters





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