Joseph Arthur — King of Cleveland letra e tradução
A página contém a letra e a tradução em português da música "King of Cleveland" de Joseph Arthur.
Letra
We were holy knights
Lit up pretty good on the big streets
You were the King of Cleveland
Playing blues in the back seats
From biker bars to limousines
You had a manager as pretty as she was mean
And I was in high school
Just checking out your scene
In the half-life
You had the flesh
She had the knife
Yeah, you had the flesh
She had the knife
She said
C-c-c-cause you are
A superstar
I will cut you
She said
C-c-c-cause you are
A superstar
I will cut you (and she cut you)
The King of Cleveland
Fell with a thud
A heart as big as the ocean
Just sank in the mud
Of suffering and alcohol
You smoked a joint every time she would call
Burning it down
Until you did fall
And just kept falling
In the dirty east
Everyone feeding until you found out
You’re the feast
And everyone’s bleeding the hallelujah son
The Holy Spirit undressing you in front of everyone
Hollow girls blooming over your shoulder
Until you are done
In the half night
Erasing your past
In the half-life
A crystal falling into glass
We were only half right
A house of love, a flashing light
With the crazier rain, comes the crazier night
The King of Cleveland
Waking up in the half-life
And maybe she had the flesh and you had the knife
Still she said
C-c-c-cause you are
A superstar
I will cut you
She said
C-c-c-cause you are
A superstar
I will cut you (and she cut you)
C-c-c-cause you are
A superstar
We were holy knights
Lit up pretty good on the big streets
You were the king of Cleveland
Playing blues in the back seats
Tradução da letra
Éramos Cavaleiros Sagrados.
Iluminado muito bem nas ruas grandes
Tu eras o rei de Cleveland.
A tocar blues nos lugares de trás
De barras para motociclistas a limusinas
Tinhas um gerente tão bonito como ela era má.
E eu estava no Liceu.
Estou só a ver a tua cena.
Na semivida
Tinhas a carne.
Ela tinha a faca.
Sim, tinhas carne.
Ela tinha a faca.
Ela disse:
C-C-C-cause you are
Superstar
Vou cortar-te.
Ela disse:
C-C-C-cause you are
Superstar
Eu vou cortar-te (e ela cortou-te))
O rei de Cleveland
Caiu com um estrondo
Um coração tão grande como o oceano
Afundou-se na lama
De sofrimento e álcool
Fumaste um charro sempre que ela ligava.
A queimá-lo
Até caíres
E continuava a cair
No este Sujo
Todos a alimentarem-se até descobrirem.
És o banquete
E toda a gente sangra o Aleluia filho
O Espírito Santo Despindo-te à frente de todos
Raparigas ocas a desabrochar sobre o teu ombro
Até terminares
Na meia noite
Apagar o teu passado
Na semivida
Um cristal caindo em vidro
Estávamos apenas meio certos.
Uma casa de amor, uma luz a piscar
Com a chuva mais louca, vem a noite mais louca
O rei de Cleveland
Acordar na meia-vida
E talvez ela tivesse a carne e tu a faca.
Mesmo assim, ela disse:
C-C-C-cause you are
Superstar
Vou cortar-te.
Ela disse:
C-C-C-cause you are
Superstar
Eu vou cortar-te (e ela cortou-te))
C-C-C-cause you are
Superstar
Éramos Cavaleiros Sagrados.
Iluminado muito bem nas ruas grandes
Tu eras o rei de Cleveland.
A tocar blues nos lugares de trás