PERSEPHONE (TRADUÇÃO) - John Mark McMillan (Impressão)

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Persephone and the lord of the dead

Do we all go down for a season

The creatures that we see

The images we collect

You can’t bring them into the spring sun

I don’t want to dance anymore with dark nostalgia

I don’t want to hold hands with the dreams of a dead man

I don’t want to dance anymore with dark nostalgia

I don’t want to hold hands with the dreams of a dead man

I dig into the folds of my mind

Scavenging the cracks sometimes for answers

But hope is not, as I have come to find

Something that you understand, but a trust and I

I don’t want to dance anymore with dark nostalgia

I don’t want to hold hands with the dreams of a dead man

I don’t want to dance anymore with dark nostalgia

I don’t want to hold hands with the dreams of a dead man

When I was young I thought I would become

Someone different than who I find myself to be

But in my weakness I’ve come to believe

Who I am is greater than the man of who I once dreamed

I don’t want to dance anymore with dark nostalgia

I don’t want to hold hands with the dreams of a dead man

I don’t want to dance anymore with dark nostalgia

I don’t want to hold hands with the dreams of a dead man

Perséfone e o senhor dos mortos

Todos nós caímos por uma estação?

As criaturas que vemos

As imagens que coletamos

Você não pode trazê-los para o Sol da primavera