Marillion — Built-in Bastard Radar letra e tradução
A página contém a letra e a tradução em português da música "Built-in Bastard Radar" de Marillion.
Letra
Best of three, the angel said
As daylight burst behind his head
Jacob all night wrestling with his angel
Then out into the boul' St. Mich
He cruises in a new Corniche
Now doesn’t God stand up for B-A-S-T-A-R-D-S
Baby you can’t lose it You’d be mad to choose it Don’t you know he was born to do you down
You can’t cheat your fate girl
Check the time and date girl
Don’t you know he was born to do you down
But guys who show how much they care
Try hard to please and get nowhere
You know that every girl round here got built-in bastard radar
Baby you can’t lose it You’d be mad to choose it Don’t you know he was born to do you down
'Cause what will be will always be Though stinging kills the honey bee
You know that every girl on Earth’s got built in bastard radar
I’m singing «one-two"in the mike
You know I’m testing
I’m singing «Death where is thy sting?»
It’s only resting
And thank God every woman knows
It’s piss and wind and fancy clothes
That make a man a man
Thank God for built-in bastard radar
Tradução da letra
Best of three, the angel said
Quando a luz do dia irrompe atrás da cabeça dele
Jacob a noite toda a lutar com o seu anjo
Em seguida, para o boul' St. Mich
Ele viaja numa Corniche Nova.
Agora Deus não defende B-A-S-T-A-R-D-S
Baby you can't lose it would be mad to choose it Don't you know he was born to do you down
Não podes enganar a tua rapariga do Destino
Verifique a hora e data menina
Não sabes que ele nasceu para te matar?
Mas os tipos que mostram o quanto se importam
Tenta agradar e não chegas a lado nenhum.
Sabes que todas as raparigas daqui têm um radar embutido.
Baby you can't lose it would be mad to choose it Don't you know he was born to do you down
Porque o que será sempre será embora picar mata a abelha mel
Sabes que todas as raparigas da Terra foram construídas com radares bastardos.
Vou cantar "um-dois" no microfone
Sabes que estou a testar.
Estou a cantar " Death where is thy sting?»
Está só a descansar.
E graças a Deus que todas as mulheres sabem
É mijo, vento e roupas chiques.
Isso faz de um homem um homem
Graças a Deus pelo radar embutido.