Pat Benatar — Shooting Star letra e tradução
A página contém a letra e a tradução em português da música "Shooting Star" de Pat Benatar.
Letra
He was crazy of course
From the first she must have known it But still she went on with him
And she never once had shown it And she took him off the streets
And she dried his tears of grievin’g
She listened to his visions
She believed in his believin'
Ah, he was the sun burning bright and brittle
And she was the moon shining back his light a little
He was a shooting star
She was softer and more slowly
He could not make things possible
But, she could make them holy, holy…
He was dancin' to some music
No one else had ever heard
He’d speak in unknown languages
She’d translate every word
And when the world was laughing
At his castles in the sky
She’d hold him in her body
And he once again would fly
Ah, he was the sun burning bright and brittle
And she was the moon shining back his light a little
He was a shooting star
She was softer and more slowly
He could not make things possible
But, she could make them holy, holy…
But she gave him a daughter
And she gave him a son
She was a mother, and a wife,
And a lover when the day was done
Well, he was too far gone for giving love
What he’d offer in its stead
Was the knowledge she was the only thing
That was not in his head
He took off East one morning
In the rising sun’s red glow
She knew he was going nowhere
But of course she let him go As she stood and watched him dwindle
Much too empty to be sad
He reappeared beside her and said,
«You're all I’ve ever had»
Ah, he was the sun burning bright and brittle
And she was the moon shining back his light a little
He was a shooting star
She was softer and more slowly
He could not make things possible
But, she could make them holy
Ah, he was the sun burning bright and brittle
And she was the moon shining back his light a little
He was a shooting star
She was softer and more slowly
He could not make things possible
But, she could make them holy
Holy…
From the album «Harry Chapin Tribute"(1990)
Written by: Harry Chapin
Tradução da letra
Ele era louco, claro.
Desde o início ela deve ter sabido, mas mesmo assim continuou com ele.
E nunca o tinha mostrado e tirou-o das ruas.
E secou-lhe as lágrimas de grievin'g
Ela ouviu as visões dele.
Ela acreditava na sua crença
Ah, ele era o sol ardendo brilhante e quebradiço
E ela era a Lua a brilhar um pouco para trás a sua luz
Ele era uma estrela cadente.
Ela era mais suave e mais lenta
Ele não podia tornar as coisas possíveis
Mas, ela poderia torná-los Santos, Santos…
Ele estava dançando para alguma música
Ninguém mais tinha ouvido
Falava em línguas desconhecidas.
Ela traduzia cada palavra
E quando o mundo estava a rir
Nos seus castelos no céu
Ela segurava-o no corpo
E ele mais uma vez voaria
Ah, ele era o sol ardendo brilhante e quebradiço
E ela era a Lua a brilhar um pouco para trás a sua luz
Ele era uma estrela cadente.
Ela era mais suave e mais lenta
Ele não podia tornar as coisas possíveis
Mas, ela poderia torná-los Santos, Santos…
Mas ela deu-lhe uma filha.
E ela deu-lhe um filho.
Ela era mãe e esposa.,
E um amante quando o dia acabou
Bem, ele estava muito longe para dar amor.
O que ele ofereceria em seu lugar
Era saber que ela era a única coisa
Isso não estava na cabeça dele.
Ele partiu para leste uma manhã.
No brilho vermelho do sol nascente
Ela sabia que ele não ia a lado nenhum.
Mas é claro que ela o deixou ir enquanto estava de pé e o viu a cair.
Demasiado vazio para ficar triste
Ele reapareceu ao lado dela e disse:,
"És tudo o que tive»
Ah, ele era o sol ardendo brilhante e quebradiço
E ela era a Lua a brilhar um pouco para trás a sua luz
Ele era uma estrela cadente.
Ela era mais suave e mais lenta
Ele não podia tornar as coisas possíveis
Mas, ela poderia torná-los Santos
Ah, ele era o sol ardendo brilhante e quebradiço
E ela era a Lua a brilhar um pouco para trás a sua luz
Ele era uma estrela cadente.
Ela era mais suave e mais lenta
Ele não podia tornar as coisas possíveis
Mas, ela poderia torná-los Santos
Santo…
Do álbum "Harry Chapin Tribute"(1990))
Escrito por: Harry Chapin