Calyx & Teebee — Pure Gold letra e tradução
A página contém a letra e a tradução em português da música "Pure Gold" de Calyx & Teebee.
Letra
Slappers, kick push, boogie board
Punch drunk, punch kick, super hard
Bruce Lee, Spike Lee, broken nose
Pop’s home, pop’s gone, broken home
Live Aid, A-Team, fly like Mike
Recess, schoolbooks, dynamite
Backpack, headphones, BDP
Ice Cube, Fresh Prince, MTV
It was mixtapes, spray cans, subway trains
It was black books, sparklers and halls of fame
It was shell toe Adidas with super fat laces
And the girls with the knee socks rocking the braces, yo
It was basketball and smoking pot
And pushing down the pedal till the motor’s hot
Rum and coke a lot, Karmacoma style
When push came to shove, it was love, listen
It was getting tattoos, smoking cigarettes
It was Zig Zag papers, time to build a spliff
It was getting digits, kinda hit and miss
It was happiness, lies and kids, come on
It was making out for hours, sharing a shower
It was sleepover parties, it was midnight hours
Getting into fights, dodging the cops
We was rocking the club on the drop
You can change the fashion, you can change the style
But you can’t change the way that I feel about time
Cause time went gold in '89
And kept it live through '95
It was cross color gear and hopscotch
Fat booming cassettes when the box rocks
It was gazing the lights from the rooftop
And then grinding the slides in the boondocks
It was big-checkered shirts over long sleeves
It was trips to the 'Dam for the strong weed
We were so free and wild, it was gnarly, yo
It was party, bullshit, back to party
It was two-wheel and three-wheel and four-wheel drive
It was hip-hop and jungle and reggae live
Peace, love, unity, respect vibes
It was ladybug, humbug and butterfly
It was Def Jam jokes and delirious
All them old folks complain and fearing us
Cause our magic was strong and mysterious
We got serious on the drop
Tradução da letra
Sapatilhas, Chute, boogie board
Soco bêbado, soco pontapé, super duro
Bruce Lee, Spike Lee, nariz partido
O pai está em casa, o pai foi-se, partiu-se
Live Aid, A-Team, fly like Mike
Recesso, livros escolares, dinamite
Mochila, auscultadores, BDP
Ice Cube, Fresh Prince, MTV
Eram mixtapes, latas de spray, comboios do metro.
Eram livros Negros, faíscas e salões de fama.
Eram Adidas de dedos de concha com atacadores super gordos.
And the girls with the knee socks rocking the braces, yo
Era basquetebol e fumar erva.
And pushing down the pedal until the motor's hot
Rum e Coca-Cola muito, estilo Karmacoma
Quando chegou a hora, foi amor, ouve
Estava a fazer tatuagens, a fumar cigarros.
Era o Zig Zag papers, hora de construir um spliff
Estava a receber dígitos, tipo bater e falhar.
Era felicidade, mentiras e crianças, vá lá.
Estava a curtir durante horas, a partilhar um duche.
Eram festas de pijama, era meia-noite.
Meter-se em brigas, esquivar-se da polícia.
Estávamos a arrasar no clube
Você pode mudar a moda, você pode mudar o estilo
Mas não podes mudar o que sinto pelo tempo.
Porque o tempo passou a ouro em 1989
E manteve - a viva até 1995
Era material de cor cruzada e macacão.
Cassetes de gordura quando a caixa balança
Estava a olhar para as luzes do telhado.
E depois moer os diapositivos nos troncos
Eram camisas de xadrez grandes com mangas compridas.
Foram as viagens à Barragem pela erva forte.
Nós éramos tão livres e selvagens, era inebriante, yo
Era uma festa, uma treta, de volta à festa.
Era tração de duas e três rodas e tração de quatro rodas
Era hip-hop, selva e reggae ao vivo.
Paz, amor, unidade, respeito vibrações
Era joaninha, humbug e borboleta.
Eram piadas da Def Jam e delirantes.
Todos os velhotes reclamam e temem-nos.
Porque a nossa magia era forte e misteriosa
Estamos a falar a sério.