Like a snowflake

Há canções tão perfeitas que parece que foram feitas para nós. E então é como se nos apaixonássemos secretamente: ouvimo-las na nossa cabeça onde quer que vamos, vemos o seu rasto imaginário por todo o lado... Esta é uma delas.

Fleet Foxes - Helplessness Blues

I was raised up believing I was somehow unique

Like a snowflake distinct among snowflakes, 

unique in each way you can see

And now after some thinking, I'd say I'd rather be

A functioning cog in some great machinery 

serving something beyond me

But I don't, I don't know what that will be

I'll get back to you someday soon you will see

What's my name, what's my station, oh, just tell me what I should do

I don't need to be kind to the armies of night 

that would do such injustice to you

Or bow down and be grateful 

and say "sure, take all that you see"

To the men who move only in dimly-lit halls 

and determine my future for me

And I don't, I don't know who to believe

I'll get back to you someday soon you will see

If I know only one thing, it's that everything that I see

Of the world outside is so inconceivable 

often I barely can speak

Yeah I'm tongue-tied and dizzy and I can't keep it to myself

What good is it to sing helplessness blues, 

why should I wait for anyone else?

And I know, I know you will keep me on the shelf

I'll come back to you someday soon myself

If I had an orchard, I'd work till I'm raw

If I had an orchard, I'd work till I'm sore

And you would wait tables and soon run the store

Gold hair in the sunlight, my light in the dawn

If I had an orchard, I'd work till I'm sore

If I had an orchard, I'd work till I'm sore

Someday I'll be like the man on the screen