Still Sunlight Breaking

Shines on crimson faces
I know, I know.
Broken, arid voices:
They've seen all that's been.

Lay your hands
Upon my face.
Someday we'll be awake;
So taken by our destinies

Someone can trace
His own grace
With this space.
No one knows his disgrace
Since he hid:

But yet I follow on;
Carry on still phased.
Still sunlight breaking in,
Striking in my face.

Pesos de repente
De uma fortuna proferida
Petalas de cobre
Que pesam em que eu digo que vim trazer

São olhos de outro mundo
Nestes escombros eu te achei;
Pois eu que já me dediquei
Eu te amei do chão

Someone can trace
His own grace
With this space.
No one knows his disgrace
Since he hid:

But yet I follow on;
Carry on still phased.
Still sunlight breaking in,
Striking in my face.

On my face;
On my face.