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Cross the border,
Into the big bad world
where it takes you 'bout an hour
just to cross the road
just to stumble across another poor old soul from
The dreary old lanes to the high-street madness
Eye fight with my brain to believe my eyes
and it's harder than you think
to believe this sadness
that creeps up my spine
and haunts me through the night
and life is good and the girls are gorgeuos
suddenly the air smells much greener now
and I'm wondering 'round
with a half pack of cigarettes
searching for the change that I've lost somehow
These streets have too many names for me
I'm used to Glenfield road and spending my time down in quay
I'll get used to this eventually
I know, I know
where'd the days go? When all we did was play
And the stress that we were under wasn't stress at all
just a run and a jump into a harmless fall from
walking by a high-rise to a landmark square
you see millions of people with millions of cares
And I struggle to the train to make my way home
I look at the people as they sit there alone
Life is good, and the sun is shining
Everybody flirts to their ideal place
And the children all smile as a boat shuffled by them
Trying to pretend that they've got som space
These streets have too many names for me
I'm used to Glenfield road and spending my time down in quay
I'll get used to this eventually
I know, I know
These streets have too many names for me
I'm used to Glenfield road and spending my time down in quay
I'll get used to this eventually
I know, I know
Life is good, and the girls are gorgeous
suddenly the air smells much greener now
and I'm wondering 'round
with a half pack of cigarettes
searching for the change that I've lost somehow
These streets have too many names for me
I'm used to Glenfield road and spending my time down in quay
I'll get used to this eventually
I know, I know
These streets have too many names for me
I'm used to Glenfield road and spending my time down in our quay
I'll get used to this eventually
I know, I know
Cruce la frontera,
En el mundo feroz
donde te lleva 'combate de una hora
sólo para cruzar la calle
sólo para toparse con otra alma pobre de la
Los carriles de viejos tristes a la locura de alta de la calle
Ojo pelea con mi cerebro para creer lo que veía
y es más difícil de lo que piensa
para creer que esta tristeza
que se arrastra por mi columna vertebral
y me persigue durante toda la noche
y la vida es buena y las chicas son gorgeuos
De repente, el aire huele mucho más verde hoy
y me pregunto 'round
con un paquete de cigarrillos medio
buscando el cambio que he perdido de alguna manera
Estas calles tienen nombres demasiado para mí
Estoy acostumbrado a la carretera Glenfield y pasar mi tiempo en el muelle
Me acostumbraré a este tiempo
Lo sé, lo sé
¿dónde pasan los días? Cuando todo lo que hicimos fue jugar
Y la tensión que se encontraban bajo el estrés no era en absoluto
sólo una carrera y un salto en caída indemne de
caminando por un lugar de alta a una plaza histórica
ves a millones de personas con millones de cuidados
Y lucho por el tren para hacer mi camino a casa
Miro el PE
Ayúdanos a mejorar, si encuentras errores ¡Envíanos tu corrección!
Paolo Nutini
These streets
These streets
Cross the border,
Into the big bad world
where it takes you 'bout an hour
just to cross the road
just to stumble across another poor old soul from
The dreary old lanes to the high-street madness
Eye fight with my brain to believe my eyes
and it's harder than you think
to believe this sadness
that creeps up my spine
and haunts me through the night
and life is good and the girls are gorgeuos
suddenly the air smells much greener now
and I'm wondering 'round
with a half pack of cigarettes
searching for the change that I've lost somehow
These streets have too many names for me
I'm used to Glenfield road and spending my time down in quay
I'll get used to this eventually
I know, I know
where'd the days go? When all we did was play
And the stress that we were under wasn't stress at all
just a run and a jump into a harmless fall from
walking by a high-rise to a landmark square
you see millions of people with millions of cares
And I struggle to the train to make my way home
I look at the people as they sit there alone
Life is good, and the sun is shining
Everybody flirts to their ideal place
And the children all smile as a boat shuffled by them
Trying to pretend that they've got som space
These streets have too many names for me
I'm used to Glenfield road and spending my time down in quay
I'll get used to this eventually
I know, I know
These streets have too many names for me
I'm used to Glenfield road and spending my time down in quay
I'll get used to this eventually
I know, I know
Life is good, and the girls are gorgeous
suddenly the air smells much greener now
and I'm wondering 'round
with a half pack of cigarettes
searching for the change that I've lost somehow
These streets have too many names for me
I'm used to Glenfield road and spending my time down in quay
I'll get used to this eventually
I know, I know
These streets have too many names for me
I'm used to Glenfield road and spending my time down in our quay
I'll get used to this eventually
I know, I know
Paolo Nutini
Estas calles
Estas calles
Cruce la frontera,
En el mundo feroz
donde te lleva 'combate de una hora
sólo para cruzar la calle
sólo para toparse con otra alma pobre de la
Los carriles de viejos tristes a la locura de alta de la calle
Ojo pelea con mi cerebro para creer lo que veía
y es más difícil de lo que piensa
para creer que esta tristeza
que se arrastra por mi columna vertebral
y me persigue durante toda la noche
y la vida es buena y las chicas son gorgeuos
De repente, el aire huele mucho más verde hoy
y me pregunto 'round
con un paquete de cigarrillos medio
buscando el cambio que he perdido de alguna manera
Estas calles tienen nombres demasiado para mí
Estoy acostumbrado a la carretera Glenfield y pasar mi tiempo en el muelle
Me acostumbraré a este tiempo
Lo sé, lo sé
¿dónde pasan los días? Cuando todo lo que hicimos fue jugar
Y la tensión que se encontraban bajo el estrés no era en absoluto
sólo una carrera y un salto en caída indemne de
caminando por un lugar de alta a una plaza histórica
ves a millones de personas con millones de cuidados
Y lucho por el tren para hacer mi camino a casa
Miro el PE
Ayúdanos a mejorar, si encuentras errores ¡Envíanos tu corrección!
