Harry Chapin — Burning Herself letra e tradução
A página contém a letra e a tradução em português da música "Burning Herself" de Harry Chapin.
Letra
I guess she had to be.
I was angry (you were blind),
because I could not see.
I saw only what her cigarettes had done to her skin.
I should have known the outside world
would reveal what was within.
She was burning herself,
and her hair was filled with ashes.
She was burning herself,
and her life becomes a flame.
She was burning herself,
and the flame became her passion.
She was burning herself,
and her passion,
her passion was her pain.
She was trusting (you could have saved her too),
all hope had passed for her.
I was lusting (and she gave to you),
that’s all I asked for her.
The marks upon her body
and the marks upon her mind.
I could have erased them
if I’d only taken the time.
I never saw her do it,
I only saw the scars.
I never could imagine
what would make her go that far.
I wondered,
was she driven by desperate need to feel,
to find out she was living,
to discover life was real.
Or was it that the pain
slicing through her like a knife
was easier to take
than the emptiness of life?
Had a strange sense of drama
caught her in a role,
or was she trying to cauterize
the chancres on her sole?
I don’t know
I don’t know
I don’t know…
Tradução da letra
Acho que tinha de ser.
Eu estava com raiva (você estava cego),
porque não conseguia ver.
Só vi o que os cigarros lhe tinham feito à pele.
Devia ter conhecido o mundo exterior.
revelaria o que estava dentro.
Ela estava a queimar-se.,
e o cabelo dela estava cheio de cinzas.
Ela estava a queimar-se.,
e a vida dela torna-se uma chama.
Ela estava a queimar-se.,
e a chama tornou-se a sua paixão.
Ela estava a queimar-se.,
e a sua paixão,
a paixão dela era a dor dela.
Ela estava confiando (você poderia tê-la salvo também),
toda a esperança tinha passado por ela.
Estava a cobiçar-te e ela deu-te),
foi tudo o que pedi por ela.
As marcas no seu corpo
e as marcas na mente dela.
Podia tê-los apagado.
se ao menos tivesse tido tempo.
Nunca a vi fazê-lo.,
Só vi as cicatrizes.
Eu nunca poderia imaginar
o que a faria ir tão longe.
Perguntava-me,
ela era movida por uma necessidade desesperada de sentir,
para descobrir que ela estava a viver,
descobrir que a vida era real.
Ou será que a dor
a cortá-la como uma faca
era mais fácil de tomar
do que o vazio da vida?
Tinha uma estranha sensação de drama.
apanhei-a num papel,
ou estava a tentar cauterizar
os chancres da Sola dela?
Não sei.
Não sei.
Não sei.…