Station To Station

David Bowie

Estação À Estação

The return of the Thin White Duke
Throwing darts in lovers' eyes

Here are we, one magical moment
Such is the stuff from where dreams are woven
Bending sound, dredging the ocean
Lost in my circle
Here am I, flashing no color
Tall in this room overlooking the ocean
Here are we, one magical movement
From Kether to Malkuth
There are you, you drive like a demon
From station to station

The return of the Thin White Duke
Throwing darts in lovers' eyes
The return of the Thin White Duke
Throwing darts in lovers' eyes
The return of the Thin White Duke
Making sure white stains

Once there were mountains on mountains
And once there were sun birds to soar with
And once I could never be down
I got to keep searching and searching
And oh, what will I be believing
And who will connect me with love?
Wonderful, wonderful, wonder when
Have you sought fortune evasive and shy?
Drink to the men who protect you and I
Drink, drink, drain your glass, raise your glass high

It's not the side-effects of the cocaine
I'm thinking that it must be love

It's too late to be grateful
It's too late to be late again
It's too late to be hateful
The European canon is near

I must be only one in a million
I won't let the day pass without her

It's too late to be grateful
It's too late to be late again
It's too late to be hateful
The European canon is here, yes, it's here

Should I believe that I've been stricken?
Does my face show some kind of glow?

It's too late to be grateful
It's too late to be late again
It's too late to be hateful
The European canon is here, yes, it's here

It's too late
It's too late
It's too late
It's too late
It's too late
The European canon is here

But it's not the side-effects of the cocaine
I'm thinking that it must be love

It's too late to be grateful
It's too late to be late again
It's too late to be hateful
The European canon is here

I must be only one in a million
But I won't let the day pass without her

It's too late to be grateful
It's too late to be late again
It's too late to be hateful
The European canon is here, yes, it's here

Should I believe that I've been stricken?
Does my face show some kind of glow?

It's too late to be grateful
It's too late to be late again
It's too late to be hateful
The European canon is here, yes, it's here

It's too late
It's too late
It's too late
It's too late
It's too late
The European canon is here

A volta do Magro Duque Branco
Atirando dardos nos olhos dos amantes

Aqui estamos nós, um momento mágico
É deste material que os sonhos são tecidos
Dobrando o som, dragando o oceano
Perdido em meu círculo
Aqui estou eu, cintilando nenhuma cor
Alto nesse quarto de frente para o mar
Aqui estamos nós, um movimento mágico
De Kether para Malkuth
Lá está você, você dirige feito um demônio
De estação à estação

A volta do Magro Duque Branco
Atirando dardos nos olhos dos amantes
A volta do Magro Duque Branco
Atirando dardos nos olhos dos amantes
A volta do Magro Duque Branco
Certificando-se de que o branco manche

Outrora vez havia montanhas sob montanhas
E outrora vez havia pássaros para com os quais planar
E outrora vez que eu nunca podia ficar deprimido
Eu tinha que continuar buscando e buscando
E oh, no que eu vou acabar acreditando?
E quem vai me conectar com o amor?
Maravilhoso, maravilhoso, quando será?
Você buscou fortuna, evasiva e tímida?
Beba para os homens que protegem você e eu
Beba, beba, drene seu copo, levante seu copo para o alto