En Traducidas.net encontrará la traducción al castellano de las letras de Paolo Nutini y muchos artistas y grupos más
I was nineteen when I came to town
They called it the Summer of Love
They were burning babies, burning flags
The hawks against the doves
I took a job in the STeamie down on Cauldrum Street
And I fell in love with a laundry girl who was working next to me
Oh she was a rare thing,
Fine as a bee's wing
So fine a breath of wind might blow her away
She was a lost child,
Oh she was running wild
She said As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay.
And you wouldn't want me any other way
Brown hair zig-zag around her face and a look of half-surprise
Like a fox caught in the headlights,
There was animal in her eyes
She said Young man, oh can't you see I'm not the factory kind
If you don't take me out of here I'll surely lose my mind
Oh she was a rare thing,
Fine as a bee's wing
So fine that I might crush her where she lay
She was a lost child,
She was running wild
She said As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay.
And you wouldn't want me any other way
We was camping down the Gower one time,
The work was pretty good
She thought we shouldn't wait for the frost and I thought maybe we should
We was drinking more in those days and tempers reached a pitch
And like a fool I let her run with the rambling itch
And they say her flower is faded now,
Hard weather and hard booze
But maybe that's just the price you pay for the chains you refuse
Oh she was a rare thing,
Fine as a bee's wing
And I miss her more than ever words could say
If I could just taste all of her wildness now
If I could hold her in my arms today
Well I wouldn't want her any other way
Oh I wouldn't want her any other way
Oh I wouldn't want her any other way
Yo tenía diecinueve años cuando llegó a la ciudad
Lo llamaron el verano del amor
Ellos se estaban quemando los bebés, la quema de banderas
Los halcones contra las palomas
Me tomó un trabajo en el STeamie abajo en la calle Cauldrum
Y me enamoré de una chica de lavandería que estaba trabajando junto a mí
Oh era una cosa rara,
Fino como el ala de una abeja
Tan bien un soplo de viento puede soplar a su
Ella era una niña perdida,
Oh, ella fue corriendo salvaje
Ella dijo que la medida en que no hay precio en el amor, yo me quedo.
Y usted no querría que yo de otra manera
Cabello castaño zig-zag alrededor de su rostro y una mirada de sorpresa de media
Como un zorro atrapado en los faros,
No había animales en sus ojos
Ella dijo: Joven, oh no puedes ver que no soy el tipo de fábrica
Si no me sacan de aquí que seguramente va a perder la cabeza
Oh era una cosa rara,
Fino como el ala de una abeja
Tan fino que podría aplastarla donde yacía
Ella era una niña perdida,
Corría salvaje
Ella dijo que la medida en que no hay precio en el amor, yo me quedo.
Y usted no querría que yo de otra manera
Nos estaba acampando por la Gower un tiempo,
El trabajo fue bastante bueno
Ella pensó que no debería wa
Ayúdanos a mejorar, si encuentras errores ¡Envíanos tu corrección!
Paolo Nutini
Beeswing
Beeswing
I was nineteen when I came to town
They called it the Summer of Love
They were burning babies, burning flags
The hawks against the doves
I took a job in the STeamie down on Cauldrum Street
And I fell in love with a laundry girl who was working next to me
Oh she was a rare thing,
Fine as a bee's wing
So fine a breath of wind might blow her away
She was a lost child,
Oh she was running wild
She said As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay.
And you wouldn't want me any other way
Brown hair zig-zag around her face and a look of half-surprise
Like a fox caught in the headlights,
There was animal in her eyes
She said Young man, oh can't you see I'm not the factory kind
If you don't take me out of here I'll surely lose my mind
Oh she was a rare thing,
Fine as a bee's wing
So fine that I might crush her where she lay
She was a lost child,
She was running wild
She said As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay.
And you wouldn't want me any other way
We was camping down the Gower one time,
The work was pretty good
She thought we shouldn't wait for the frost and I thought maybe we should
We was drinking more in those days and tempers reached a pitch
And like a fool I let her run with the rambling itch
And they say her flower is faded now,
Hard weather and hard booze
But maybe that's just the price you pay for the chains you refuse
Oh she was a rare thing,
Fine as a bee's wing
And I miss her more than ever words could say
If I could just taste all of her wildness now
If I could hold her in my arms today
Well I wouldn't want her any other way
Oh I wouldn't want her any other way
Oh I wouldn't want her any other way
Paolo Nutini
Capa de tártaro
Capa de tártaro
Yo tenía diecinueve años cuando llegó a la ciudad
Lo llamaron el verano del amor
Ellos se estaban quemando los bebés, la quema de banderas
Los halcones contra las palomas
Me tomó un trabajo en el STeamie abajo en la calle Cauldrum
Y me enamoré de una chica de lavandería que estaba trabajando junto a mí
Oh era una cosa rara,
Fino como el ala de una abeja
Tan bien un soplo de viento puede soplar a su
Ella era una niña perdida,
Oh, ella fue corriendo salvaje
Ella dijo que la medida en que no hay precio en el amor, yo me quedo.
Y usted no querría que yo de otra manera
Cabello castaño zig-zag alrededor de su rostro y una mirada de sorpresa de media
Como un zorro atrapado en los faros,
No había animales en sus ojos
Ella dijo: Joven, oh no puedes ver que no soy el tipo de fábrica
Si no me sacan de aquí que seguramente va a perder la cabeza
Oh era una cosa rara,
Fino como el ala de una abeja
Tan fino que podría aplastarla donde yacía
Ella era una niña perdida,
Corría salvaje
Ella dijo que la medida en que no hay precio en el amor, yo me quedo.
Y usted no querría que yo de otra manera
Nos estaba acampando por la Gower un tiempo,
El trabajo fue bastante bueno
Ella pensó que no debería wa
Ayúdanos a mejorar, si encuentras errores ¡Envíanos tu corrección!
