{"id":16,"date":"2003-07-17T15:19:14","date_gmt":"2003-07-17T23:19:14","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.roberval.com.br\/?p=16"},"modified":"2011-03-26T16:41:59","modified_gmt":"2011-03-26T19:41:59","slug":"pink-floyd-timebreathe","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/roberval.com.br\/roberval\/2003\/07\/pink-floyd-timebreathe\/","title":{"rendered":"Pink Floyd &#8211; Time\/Breathe"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>\nLyrics: Waters<br \/>\nMusic: Mason, Waters, Wright, Gilmour<br \/>\nVocals by: Gilmour, Wright<\/p>\n<table border=\"0\" cellpadding=\"0\" cellspacing=\"0\">\n<tr>\n<td valign=\"top\" align=\"right\">Ticking away the moments<br \/>That makes up a dull day<br \/>You fritter and waste the hours<br \/>In an off hand way<br \/>Kicking around on a piece of ground<br \/>In your home town<br \/>Waiting for someone<br \/>Or something to show you the way<\/p>\n<p>Tired of lying in the sunshine<br \/>Staying home to watch the rain<br \/>You are young and life is long and<br \/>There is time to kill today<br \/>And then one day you find<br \/>Ten years have got behind you<br \/>No one told you when to run<br \/>You missed the starting gun<\/p>\n<p>And you run and you run to catch up with the sun<br \/>But it&#8221;s sinking<br \/>And racing around to come up<br \/>Behind you again<br \/>The sun is the same in the relative way<br \/>But you&#8221;re older<br \/>And shorter of breath<br \/>And one day closer to death<\/p>\n<p>Every year is getting shorter,<br \/>Never seem to find the time<br \/>Plans that either come to naught<br \/>Or half a page of scribbled lines<br \/>Hanging on in quiet desperation<br \/>Is the English way<br \/>The time is gone the song is over<br \/>Thought I&#8221;d something more to say<\/p>\n<p>Home, home again <br \/>\nI like to be here when I can <br \/>\nwhen I come home cold and tired<br \/>\nit&#8217;s good to warm my bones beside the fire <br \/>\nfar away across the field <br \/>\nthe tolling of the iron bell <br \/>\ncalls the faithful to their knees <br \/>\nto hear the softly spoken magic spells \n<\/td>\n<td width=\"2%\"><\/td>\n<td valign=\"top\">As horas passam marcando os momentos<br \/>Que se v\u00c3\u00a3o, que formam um dia mon\u00c3\u00b3tono<br \/>Voc\u00c3\u00aa desperdi\u00c3\u00a7a e perde as horas<br \/>De uma maneira descontrolada<br \/>Perambulando num peda\u00c3\u00a7o de terra<br \/>Na sua cidade natal<br \/>Esperando algu\u00c3\u00a9m ou algo<br \/>Que venha mostrar-lhe o caminho<\/p>\n<p>Cansado de deitar-se na luz do sol<br \/>De ficar em casa observando a chuva<br \/>Voc\u00c3\u00aa \u00c3\u00a9 jovem e a vida \u00c3\u00a9 longa<br \/>H\u00c3\u00a1 tempo de viver o hoje<br \/>E depois, um dia voc\u00c3\u00aa descobrir\u00c3\u00a1<br \/>Que dez anos ficaram para tr\u00c3\u00a1s<br \/>Ningu\u00c3\u00a9m te disse quando correr<br \/>Voc\u00c3\u00aa perdeu o tiro de partida<\/p>\n<p>E voc\u00c3\u00aa corre e corre para alcan\u00c3\u00a7ar o sol<br \/>Mas ele est\u00c3\u00a1 indo embora no horizonte<br \/>E girando ao redor da Terra para se levantar<br \/>Atr\u00c3\u00a1s de voc\u00c3\u00aa outra vez<br \/>O sol permanece, relativamente, o mesmo<br \/>Mas voc\u00c3\u00aa est\u00c3\u00a1 mais velho<br \/>Com o f\u00c3\u00b4lego mais curto<br \/>E a cada dia mais pr\u00c3\u00b3ximo da morte<\/p>\n<p>Cada ano est\u00c3\u00a1 ficando mais curto<br \/>Nunca voc\u00c3\u00aa parece ter tempo.<br \/>Planos que tampouco deram em nada<br \/>Ou em meia p\u00c3\u00a1gina de linhas rabiscadas<br \/>Insistindo num desespero quieto<br \/>\u00c3\u2030 a maneira inglesa<br \/>O tempo se foi, a can\u00c3\u00a7\u00c3\u00a3o terminou<br \/>Pensei que tivesse algo mais a dizer<\/p>\n<p>Lar, lar de novo <br \/>\nGosto de estar aqui quando posso <br \/>\nQuando venho para casa, cansado e com frio<br \/>\n\u00c3\u2030 bom aquecer meus ossos junto ao fogo <br \/>\nL\u00c3\u00a1 longe, al\u00c3\u00a9m dos campos <br \/>\nO dobrar de um sino de ferro<br \/>\nChama os 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