Martha Tilston — The Architect letra e tradução
A página contém a letra e a tradução em português da música "The Architect" de Martha Tilston.
Letra
And the room spins around me…
Wonder how you’d dance if you were here,
And the room spins around me…
Would have liked to have known you, would have liked to have known you if you
were here,
And the room spins around me…
The architect of, the architect of, the architect of my destiny.
The architect of, the architect of, the architect of my history.
So ride, so ride with me, to the family tree,
You know you’ll never be The architect of, the architect of, the architect of my destiny…
She meets you in her dreams in a bar in London,
In the corner of the room.
She tells you all her woes and when she wakes up she knows just what to do.
Would have liked to have known you,
Would have liked to have known you, would have liked to have known you…
The architect of, the architect of, the architect of my destiny
So ride, so ride with me back to the orange trees,
In the groves of Portugal, I wanna hear about it all.
You ride, you ride with me, back to the family tree,
You know you’ll never be The architect of, the architect of, the architect of our destiny.
The architect of, the architect of, the architect of my destiny.
Tradução da letra
E o quarto gira à minha volta…
Pergunto-me como dançarias se estivesses aqui,
E o quarto gira à minha volta…
Teria gostado de te ter conhecido, teria gostado de te ter conhecido Se tu
chegar,
E o quarto gira à minha volta…
O arquitecto do meu destino.
O arquitecto da minha história.
Então cavalga, cavalga comigo, até à árvore genealógica,
Sabes que nunca serás o arquitecto do meu destino.…
Ela conhece-te nos sonhos dela num bar em Londres,
No canto do quarto.
Ela diz-te todas as suas aflições e quando acorda sabe o que fazer.
Gostava de te ter conhecido.,
Teria gostado de te ter conhecido, teria gostado de te ter conhecido…
O arquitecto, o arquitecto, o arquitecto do meu destino
Por isso cavalga, por isso cavalga comigo de volta às Laranjeiras,
Nos bosques de Portugal, quero ouvir tudo.
Cavalga comigo, volta para a árvore genealógica,
Sabes que nunca serás o arquitecto do nosso destino.
O arquitecto do meu destino.