Keren Ann — Blood On My Hands letra e tradução
A página contém a letra e a tradução em português da música "Blood On My Hands" de Keren Ann.
Letra
Grand hotel suites were my home
Men at my feet, limousines in the street
First class to Paris and Rome
He walked unannounced through my dressing room door
And then from a case, if you will
He pulled out a Winchester pre-64
And said,"Are you ready to kill?"
Then there was blood on my shoes
There was blood on my makeup
There was blood on the ceiling
There was blood on the piano
There was blood on my microphone
There was blood on my fans
There was blood in my whiskey
Now there’s blood on my hands
So I went on the run to win nobody’s heart
Got into a terrible fix
He was tall, unattractive and living apart
But he carried a .30−06
Then there was blood on my shoes
There was blood on my makeup
There was blood on the ceiling
There was blood on the piano
There was blood on the bartender
There was blood on the band
There was blood in my whiskey
Now there’s blood on my hands
Now there is blood on my shoes
There is blood on my makeup
There is blood on the ceiling
There is blood on the piano
There is blood on my microphone
There is blood on my fans
There is blood in my whiskey
And there’s blood on my hands
Tradução da letra
As suites do Grand hotel eram a minha casa.
Homens aos meus pés, limusinas na rua
Primeira classe para Paris e Roma
Ele entrou sem avisar pela porta do meu camarim.
E depois de um caso, se quiser
Ele tirou uma Winchester antes dos 64.
E disse: "Estás pronto para matar?"
Depois havia sangue nos meus sapatos.
Havia sangue na minha maquilhagem.
Havia sangue no tecto.
Havia sangue no piano.
Havia sangue no meu microfone.
Havia sangue nos meus fãs.
Havia sangue no meu uísque.
Agora tenho sangue nas mãos.
Por isso fugi para ganhar o coração de ninguém.
Meti-me numa situação terrível.
Era alto, pouco atraente e vivia separado.
Mas ele tinha um .30−06
Depois havia sangue nos meus sapatos.
Havia sangue na minha maquilhagem.
Havia sangue no tecto.
Havia sangue no piano.
Havia sangue no barman.
Havia sangue na banda.
Havia sangue no meu uísque.
Agora tenho sangue nas mãos.
Agora há sangue nos meus sapatos
Há sangue na minha maquilhagem.
Há sangue no tecto.
Há sangue no piano.
Há sangue no meu microfone
Há sangue nos meus fãs
Há sangue no meu uísque.
E há sangue nas minhas mãos