Phil Vassar — My Chevrolet letra e tradução
A página contém a letra e a tradução em português da música "My Chevrolet" de Phil Vassar.
Letra
I had a 327 and a 4 on the floor
It was Detroit built back in '64
Red bucket seats she was all mine, all mine
Yeah, she was one of a kind
Kevin called «shot gun» and the boys piled in
We were young and we were innocent
We were guilty as sin
And every Friday night, we’d make our getaway
In my Chevrolet
Big, yellow moon on a country road
And «Night Moves» on the stereo
The windows down and the smell of fresh cut hay, hey hey
If that Chevy could talk, the stories she’d tell
About broken hearts and love and raising hell
Yeah, it was summertime
Man those were the days
In my Chevrolet
Now, Jenni was an angel, she was my first love
Steaming up the windows and getting all tangled up
Stumbling around in the darkness and trying to find our way, hey, hey
At the drive-in movies parked way up in the back
I couldn’t tell you what was playing
I didn’t care nothing about that
But after the show we’d hit the road and park down by the lake
In my Chevrolet
Big, yellow moon on a country road
And «Night Moves» on the stereo
The windows down and the smell of fresh cut hay, hey hey
If that Chevy could talk, the stories she’d tell
About broken hearts and love and raising hell
Yeah, it was summertime
Man those were the days
In my Chevrolet
May 28th, graduation day
We set out to see the USA
We got as far as Smith Mountain Lake
Yeah, but that’s okay
In my Chevrolet
In my Chevrolet
We were rolling away
In my Chevrolet
Those were the days, yeah
In my Chevrolet
Whoa, yeah
We were rolling away
Tradução da letra
Tinha um 327 e um 4 no chão.
Foi construída em Detroit em 1964.
Ela era toda minha, toda minha
Sim, ela era única.
O Kevin ligou para a "shot gun" e os rapazes amontoaram-se.
Éramos jovens e inocentes.
Nós éramos culpados como o pecado
E todas as sextas à noite, fugíamos
No meu Chevrolet
Lua grande e amarela numa estrada rural
E "Night Moves" na aparelhagem
The windows down and the smell of fresh cut hay, hey
Se aquele Chevy pudesse falar, as histórias que contaria
Sobre corações partidos, amor e inferno
Sim, era verão.
Homem esses eram os dias
No meu Chevrolet
A Jenni era um anjo, foi o meu primeiro amor.
A ferver as janelas e a ficar todo enrolado
Tropeçando na escuridão e tentando encontrar o nosso caminho, hey, hey
Nos filmes do drive-in estacionados lá atrás.
Não te podia dizer o que estava a tocar.
Não me importava nada com isso.
Mas depois do espectáculo íamos para a estrada e estacionávamos junto ao lago.
No meu Chevrolet
Lua grande e amarela numa estrada rural
E "Night Moves" na aparelhagem
The windows down and the smell of fresh cut hay, hey
Se aquele Chevy pudesse falar, as histórias que contaria
Sobre corações partidos, amor e inferno
Sim, era verão.
Homem esses eram os dias
No meu Chevrolet
28 de maio, Dia da formatura
Partimos para ver os EUA
Chegamos até Smith Mountain Lake.
Sim, mas não faz mal.
No meu Chevrolet
No meu Chevrolet
Nós estavamos a rolar
No meu Chevrolet
Esses eram os dias, sim
No meu Chevrolet
Whoa, yeah
Nós estavamos a rolar