Dedicate song lyrics Flying by Chris De Burgh

Flying, I thought I'd never learn that flying
I thought I'd spend my whole life trying,
For flying is that ancient art of keeping one foot on the
ground...

Lying, I thought I'd never keep from lying,
I thought I'd lose it all by sighing,
For lying is that ancient art of hiding words that will never be
found

Crying, I thought I'd never stop that crying,
I thought I'd always dream of dying
For crying is that ancient art of weeping rivers into the
ground

Oh Dying, I thought I'd never see that dying,
I thought I'd spend my whole life flying,
For dying is that ancient art of keeping one world turning
round

Sighing, I thought I'd never keep from sighing
I thought I'd always be there crying,
For sighing is that ancient art of breathing sadness all around

And trying, I thought I'd spend my seasons trying,
I thought I could stop myself from lying,
For trying is that ancient art of proving that the world is
round

Oh Flying, oh oh, Lying, oh oh, Crying, oh oh, Sighing, oh oh,
Trying, oh oh, and Dying, oh oh,
For Dying is that ancient art of growing flowers in the ground,
Yes it is...


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Voando, eu jamais pensei que aprenderia assim voando
Eu pensei que eu gastaria minha vida inteira tentando,
Por estar voando nessa arte antiga mantendo um pé no chão...

Mentindo, eu jamais pensei que manteria mentindo,
Eu pensava que perderia tudo isso suspirando, Por estar mentindo nessa arte antiga de esconder essas palavras para nunca serem achadas

Chorando, eu pensava que nunca pararia esse pranto, Eu pensava que eu sempre sonharia morrendo
Por estar chorando nessa arte antiga de inundar rios no chão

Oh morrendo, eu jamais imaginaria me ver morrendo, Eu pensava passar minha vida inteira voando, Por estar morrendo nessa arte antiga de manter um mundo girando ao redor

Suspirando, eu jamais iamginaria me manter suspirando
Eu sempre pensei estar ainda chorando, Por estar suspirando nessa arte antiga de respirar mágoa em toda a parte

E tentando, eu pensava que gastaria minhas estações tentando, Eu pensei que poderia parar-me de estar mentindo,
Por estar tentando nessa arte antiga de provar que o mundo é redondo
Taken from AlbumSongAndLyrics.com
Oh voando oh oh, mentindo oh oh, chorando oh oh, suspirando oh oh, tentando oh oh, e morrendo oh oh, por estar morrendo nessa arte antiga de crescer flores no chão,
Sim é isso...