A Minor Dance
Una danza Menor
Par autumn · Auteur : Autumn
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Traduction par Alejandra Mida
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It starts with distant thunder born under skies
Dressed in ochre
Pressure rising up and over the anticipating land
Under layers of white noise
And through the static, sounds a voice
I want to hear the song it sings again
I remained outside, with every nerve alive
Lightning struck without remorse
And gave a cue to move indoors
The TV died, as did the lights
In the dark the radio came to life
Under layers of white noise
And through the static, sounds a voice
I want to hear the song it sings again
The secret station of my choice...
Forgotten music in the noise
Inviting me to dance a minor dance
Faded and ethereal music that is dying to be heard
Desperate to mesmerise and capture our hearts
Wander in beauty, and wonder where I've been...
Faded and ethereal music that is dying to be heard
Desperate to mesmerise and capture our hearts (again)
Aided by a thunderstorm
I came upon this station from old days
I intended to seek it out again when I need shelter from the rain
I wander in beauty, and wander where I've been
Dressed in ochre
Pressure rising up and over the anticipating land
Under layers of white noise
And through the static, sounds a voice
I want to hear the song it sings again
I remained outside, with every nerve alive
Lightning struck without remorse
And gave a cue to move indoors
The TV died, as did the lights
In the dark the radio came to life
Under layers of white noise
And through the static, sounds a voice
I want to hear the song it sings again
The secret station of my choice...
Forgotten music in the noise
Inviting me to dance a minor dance
Faded and ethereal music that is dying to be heard
Desperate to mesmerise and capture our hearts
Wander in beauty, and wonder where I've been...
Faded and ethereal music that is dying to be heard
Desperate to mesmerise and capture our hearts (again)
Aided by a thunderstorm
I came upon this station from old days
I intended to seek it out again when I need shelter from the rain
I wander in beauty, and wander where I've been
Traduction
Se inicia con un trueno lejano nacido bajo el cielo
Vestido con ocre
La presión creciente hacia arriba y sobre la tierra anticipando
Bajo las capas de ruido blanco
Y a través de la estática, suena una voz
Quiero escuchar la canción que canta de nuevo
Yo me quedé afuera, con cada nervio vivo
Un rayo cayó sin remordimiento
Y dio una señal para moverse dentro
La televisión murió, al igual que las luces
En la oscuridad, la radio volvió a la vida
Bajo las capas de ruido blanco
Y a través de la estática, suena una voz
Quiero escuchar la canción que canta de nuevo
La estación de secreto de mi elección ...
Música olvidada en medio del ruido
Invitándome a bailar una danza menor
Faded y la música etérea que se muere por ser escuchado
Desesperados por capturar y cautivar nuestros corazones
Pasee en belleza, y me pregunto dónde he estado ...
Faded y la música etérea que se muere por ser escuchado
Desesperados por capturar y cautivar nuestros corazones (de nuevo)
Ayudado por una tormenta
Me encontré con esta estación de viejos
Yo tenía la intención de buscar de nuevo cuando tengo que refugiarse de la lluvia
Vago en la belleza, y vagar donde he estado
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