quinta-feira, julho 31, 2008

Rush - Faithless


I've got my own moral compass to steer by.
A guiding star beats a spirit in the sky
and all the preaching voices--
empty vessels ring so loud
as they move among the crowd.
Fools and thieves are well disquised
in the temple and marketplace.

Like a stone in the river
against the floods of spring
I will quietly resist.

Like the willows in the wind
or the cliffs along the ocean
I will quietly resist.

I don't have faith in faith.
I don't beleive in belief.
You can call me faithless
but I still cling to hope.
And I believe in love
and that's faith enough for me.

I've got my own spirit level for balance
to tell if my choice is leading up or down.
And all the shouting voices
try to throw me off course.
Some by sermons, some by force.
Fools and thieves are dangerous
in the temple and marketplace.

Like a forest bows to winter
beneath the deep white silence
I will quietly resist.

Like a flower in the desert
that only blooms at night
I will quietly resist.

O meu obrigado ao Luís, por me resolver as dificuldades técnicas.

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