Bruce Dickinson - Octavia
Octavia
I'm vacuum-breathing and open-mouthed,
as the red shift fills my eyes
Minister my promises as her shadow cuts the day away
I remembered you, as you walked into that room
Dislocated, jagged pieces, are sliding into this broken mind
Swimming back against the river but I'm rising with the tide
Where we came from, we're all going back there soon
How many times have we met this way?
How many lives have we lived before?
How many faces and how many names?
Shadows come, but shadows are gone
Shadows come, but shadows are gone
How many times have we met this way?
How many lives have we lived before?
How many faces and how many names?
Shadows come, but shadows are gone
Shadows come, but shadows are gone
Octavia
Eu estou respirando no vácuo
E com a boca aberta enquanto
O turno vermelho enche meus olhos
Ministro, minhas promessas
Enquanto sua sombra corta o dia
E lembrei de você
Quando você andou para aquele quarto
Peças pontudas e deslocadas estão
Escorregando dentro desta mente quebrada
Eu estou nadando contra a corrente
Mas eu estou me erguendo com a maré
De onde eu vim,
Nós todos retornaremos para lá em breve
Quantas vezes nós nos encontramos assim
Quantas vidas nós vivemos antes
Quantos rostos e quantos nomes
Sombras vêm mas as sombras se foram
Sombras vêm mas as sombras se foram
Letras Bruce Dickinson