Damien Dempsey — Industrial School letra e tradução
A página contém a letra e a tradução em português da música "Industrial School" de Damien Dempsey.
Letra
I missed a day or two of school, because I was called a fool
And beat around the place, because I was staring into space
He stole a little bit of coal, because his flat was cold
There’s mountains of coal on the docks
He took some and rain into the cops
And now we’re packed off to school
Industrial school
We’ll learn the meaning of the word, meaning of the word
And now we’re locked up in school
Industrial school
We’ll learn the meaning of the word cruel
Tooralooraloo, Tooraloorali
Tooralooraloo, Whackfoldadi
Tooralooraloo, Tooraloorali
Tooralooraloo, Whackfoldadi
My uncle was sent to Daingean
My Granda to Letterfrack
And the child that was locked up there
Never did come back
Some were raped and some were tortured
Some beaten and abused
Frightened little children, so lonely and so confused
Now the Irish have their stories and their music that’s passed on
From distant generations, who were kept down for so long
But they also have the madness, child abuse and rage
Sexual frustration passed down from another age
Their language land and culture, their ancient pride was lost
And sexual repression was what religion cost
We have to break the cycle, cos it’s still passed down boss
We have to break the cycle before any more kids are lost
Tradução da letra
Faltei um dia ou dois à escola, porque me chamaram Idiota.
And beat around the place, because I was staring into space
Ele roubou um pouco de carvão, porque o apartamento dele estava frio.
Há montanhas de carvão nas docas.
Ele levou alguns e choveu para a polícia.
E agora vamos para a escola.
Escola Industrial
Aprenderemos o significado da palavra, o significado da palavra
E agora estamos presos na escola.
Escola Industrial
Aprenderemos o significado da palavra cruel
Tooralooraloo, Tooraloorali
Tooralooraloo, Whackfoldadi
Tooralooraloo, Tooraloorali
Tooralooraloo, Whackfoldadi
O meu tio foi enviado para Daingean.
A minha avó a bater
E a criança que estava trancada lá em cima
Nunca mais voltou.
Alguns foram violados e outros torturados.
Alguns espancados e abusados
Crianças assustadas, tão solitárias e tão confusas
Agora os irlandeses têm as suas histórias e a sua música que passou
De gerações distantes, que foram mantidas em baixo por tanto tempo
Mas eles também têm a loucura, abuso infantil e raiva
Frustração Sexual transmitida de outra idade
A sua língua terra e cultura, o seu antigo orgulho foi perdido
E a repressão sexual foi o que a religião custou
Temos de quebrar o ciclo, porque ainda está ultrapassado, chefe.
Temos de quebrar o ciclo antes que mais crianças se percam.