Harry Belafonte — Old King Cole letra e tradução
A página contém a letra e a tradução em português da música "Old King Cole" de Harry Belafonte.
Letra
Old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he Called for his pipe
And he called for his bowl
And he called for his privates three
«Beer, beer, beer», said the privates
Merry men are we There’s none so fair as can compare
With the Fighting Infantry
Old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he Called for his pipe
And he called for his bowl
And he called for his corporals three
Hup two said the corporals
Beer, beer, beer said the privates
Merry men are we There’s none so fair as can compare
With the Fighting Infantry
Old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he Called for his pipe
And he called for his bowl
And he called for his sergeants three
Yeahhhhh, said the sergeants
Hup two said the corporals
Beer, beer, beer said the privates
Merry men are we There’s none so fair as can compare
With the Fighting Infantry
Old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he Called for his pipe
And he called for his bowl
And he called for his shavetails three
We do all the work said the shavetails
Yeahhhh, said the sergeants
March you dump watch said the corporals
Beer, beer, beer said the privates
Merry men are we There’s none so fair as can compare
With the Fighting Infantry
Old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he Called for his pipe
And he called for his bowl
And he called for his captains three
Oh don’t be late for the dance said the captains
We do all the work, said the shavetails
Yeahhhhh said the sergeants
March to the guardhouse said the corporals
Beer, beer, beer said the privates
Merry men are we There’s none so fair as can compare
With the Fighting Infantry
Old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he Called for his pipe
And he called for his bowl
And he called for his chaplains three
Oh what a bloody mess, amen amen hallelujah
Oh don’t be late for the dance, said the captains
We do all the work, said the shavetails
Yeahhhh said the sergeants
Put it in a bucket said the corporals
Beer, beer, beer said the privates
Merry men are we There’s none so fair as can compare
With the Fighting Infantry
Old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he Called for his pipe
And he called for his bowl
And he called for his colonels three
Oh what a lovely war, said the colonels
Oh what a bloody mess, amen, amen hallelujah
Oh don’t be late for the dance said the captains
We do al the work said the shavetails
Yeahhhhh said the sergeants
March to the end said the corporals
Beer, beer, beer said the privates
Merry men are we There’s none so fair as can compare
With the Fighting Infantry
Old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he Called for his pipe
And he called for his bowl
And he called for his generals three
Thuh, thuh, Oh come on fellahs, give a fellah break,
Uh what’s my next command said the generals
Oh what a lovely war said the colonels
Oh what a bloody mess, amen,
Oh what a bloody mess said the captains
Oh what a bloody mess, said the shavetails
Oh what a bloody mess, said the sergeants
Oh what a bloody mess said the sergeants
Beer, beer, beer said the privates
Merry men are we There’s none so fair as can compare
With the Fighting Infantry
Tradução da letra
O velho Rei Cole era uma alma alegre
E uma velha e alegre alma foi chamada para o seu cachimbo
E ele pediu a sua taça.
E ele pediu as suas partes íntimas três.
"Cerveja, cerveja, cerveja", disse as partes privadas
Merry men are we there's none so fair as can compare
Com a infantaria combatente
O velho Rei Cole era uma alma alegre
E uma velha e alegre alma foi chamada para o seu cachimbo
E ele pediu a sua taça.
E ele chamou os seus cabos três
Hup dois disse que os cabos
Cerveja, cerveja, cerveja disse as partes privadas
Merry men are we there's none so fair as can compare
Com a infantaria combatente
O velho Rei Cole era uma alma alegre
E uma velha e alegre alma foi chamada para o seu cachimbo
E ele pediu a sua taça.
E chamou os sargentos três.
Sim, disseram os sargentos.
Hup dois disse que os cabos
Cerveja, cerveja, cerveja disse as partes privadas
Merry men are we there's none so fair as can compare
Com a infantaria combatente
O velho Rei Cole era uma alma alegre
E uma velha e alegre alma foi chamada para o seu cachimbo
E ele pediu a sua taça.
E ele pediu as suas unhas dos dentes três.
Nós fazemos o trabalho todo, disse o shavetails.
Sim, disseram os sargentos.
"March you dump watch said the corporals"
Cerveja, cerveja, cerveja disse as partes privadas
Merry men are we there's none so fair as can compare
Com a infantaria combatente
O velho Rei Cole era uma alma alegre
E uma velha e alegre alma foi chamada para o seu cachimbo
E ele pediu a sua taça.
E chamou os seus capitães três
Oh não te atrases para o baile disse os capitães
Nós fazemos todo o trabalho, disse Os shavetails
Disseram os sargentos.
Marchar para a casa da guarda disse que os cabos
Cerveja, cerveja, cerveja disse as partes privadas
Merry men are we there's none so fair as can compare
Com a infantaria combatente
O velho Rei Cole era uma alma alegre
E uma velha e alegre alma foi chamada para o seu cachimbo
E ele pediu a sua taça.
E chamou os capelães três.
Que confusão, Ámen. Aleluia.
Não te atrases para o baile, disseram os capitães.
Nós fazemos todo o trabalho, disse Os shavetails
Yeahhhh disse que os sargentos
Põe-no num balde, diz O cabo.
Cerveja, cerveja, cerveja disse as partes privadas
Merry men are we there's none so fair as can compare
Com a infantaria combatente
O velho Rei Cole era uma alma alegre
E uma velha e alegre alma foi chamada para o seu cachimbo
E ele pediu a sua taça.
E pediu três coronéis.
Que bela guerra, disseram os coronéis.
Que confusão sangrenta, amém, amém Aleluia
Oh não te atrases para o baile disse os capitães
Fazemos o trabalho todo.
Disseram os sargentos.
Março até o final disse Os cabos
Cerveja, cerveja, cerveja disse as partes privadas
Merry men are we there's none so fair as can compare
Com a infantaria combatente
O velho Rei Cole era uma alma alegre
E uma velha e alegre alma foi chamada para o seu cachimbo
E ele pediu a sua taça.
E ele chamou os seus generais três
Thuh, thuh, Oh vamos, fellahs, dá um tempo,
Qual é o meu próximo comando disse que os generais
Oh Que bela guerra disseram os coronéis
Que confusão, Ámen.,
Oh, que grande confusão disseram os capitães
Oh, Que confusão, disseram os shavetails.
Que confusão, disseram os sargentos.
Oh, Que confusão sangrenta disse os sargentos
Cerveja, cerveja, cerveja disse as partes privadas
Merry men are we there's none so fair as can compare
Com a infantaria combatente