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 Voando, pensei que nunca iria aprender que voar Eu pensei que passaria minha vida inteira tentando Pois voar é aquela antiga arte de manter um pé no chão Mentindo, pensei que nunca deixaria de mentir Eu pensei que perderia tudo suspirando Pois mentir é aquela antiga arte de esconder palavras que nunca serão encontradas Chorando, eu pensei que nunca iria parar de chorar Eu pensei que sempre sonharia em morrer Pois chorar é aquela arte antiga de chorar rios no chão Oh, morrendo, pensei que nunca veria isso morrer Eu pensei que passaria minha vida inteira voando Para morrer é aquela arte antiga de manter um mundo girando Suspirando, pensei que nunca deixaria de suspirar Eu pensei que sempre estaria lá chorando Suspirar é aquela arte antiga de respirar tristeza por toda parte E tentando, pensei em passar minhas temporadas tentando Eu pensei que poderia me impedir de mentir Pois tentar é a arte antiga de provar que o mundo é redondo Oh voando, oh oh, mentindo, oh oh, chorando, oh oh, suspirando, oh oh Tentando, oh oh, e morrendo, oh oh Porque morrer é aquela arte antiga de plantar flores no chão Sim