Sandi Thom — I Wish I Was a Punk Rocker (with Flowers in My Hair) letra e tradução
A página contém a letra e a tradução em português da música "I Wish I Was a Punk Rocker (with Flowers in My Hair)" de Sandi Thom.
Letra
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In '77 and '69 revolution was in the air
I was born too late, into a world that doesn’t care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
When the head of state didn’t play guitar
Not everybody drove a car
When music really mattered and when radio was king
When accountants didn’t have control
And the media couldn’t buy your soul
When computers were still scary and we didn’t know everything
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In '77 and '69 revolution was in the air
I was born too late, into a world that doesn’t care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
When popstars still remained a myth
And ignorance could still be bliss
And when God Saved the Queen she turned a whiter shade of pale
My mum and dad were in their teens
And anarchy was still a dream
And the only way to stay in touch was a letter in the mail
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In '77 and '69 revolution was in the air
I was born too late, into a world that doesn’t care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
When record shops were still on top
And vinyl was all that they stocked
And the super info highway was still drifting out in space
Kids were wearing hand me downs
And playing games meant kick arounds
And footballers still had long hair and dirt across their face
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In '77 and '69 revolution was in the air
I was born too late, into a world that doesn’t care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
I was born too late to a world that doesn’t care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
Tradução da letra
Quem me dera ser um punk rocker com flores no cabelo
Em 77 e 69 A revolução estava no ar
Nasci tarde demais, num mundo que não se importa.
Quem me dera ser um punk rocker com flores no cabelo
Quando o chefe de Estado não tocava guitarra
Nem toda a gente conduzia um carro.
Quando a música realmente importava e quando o rádio era rei
Quando os contabilistas não tinham controlo
E os media não conseguiam comprar a tua alma
Quando os computadores ainda eram assustadores e não sabíamos tudo
Quem me dera ser um punk rocker com flores no cabelo
Em 77 e 69 A revolução estava no ar
Nasci tarde demais, num mundo que não se importa.
Quem me dera ser um punk rocker com flores no cabelo
Quando os popstars ainda eram um mito
E a ignorância ainda pode ser felicidade
E quando Deus salvou a rainha ela virou um tom mais branco de pálido
Os meus pais eram adolescentes.
E a anarquia ainda era um sonho
E a única maneira de nos mantermos em contacto era uma carta no correio.
Quem me dera ser um punk rocker com flores no cabelo
Em 77 e 69 A revolução estava no ar
Nasci tarde demais, num mundo que não se importa.
Quem me dera ser um punk rocker com flores no cabelo
Quando as lojas de discos ainda estavam no topo
E o vinil era tudo o que eles armazenavam.
E a super info highway ainda estava à deriva no espaço
Os miúdos estavam a usar roupa interior.
E jogar jogos significava chutar bolas
E os futebolistas ainda tinham cabelo comprido e terra na cara
Quem me dera ser um punk rocker com flores no cabelo
Em 77 e 69 A revolução estava no ar
Nasci tarde demais, num mundo que não se importa.
Quem me dera ser um punk rocker com flores no cabelo
Nasci tarde demais para um mundo que não se importa
Quem me dera ser um punk rocker com flores no cabelo