The Rolling Stones — She Was Hot letra e tradução
A página contém a letra e a tradução em português da música "She Was Hot" de The Rolling Stones.
Letra
New York was cold and damp
TV is just a blank
Looks like another dead end Sunday
What about an early night
Monday never feels so bright
Ooh the sheets feel cold and lonely
Who wants to brave the pouring rain
For a glass of French champagne?
Well grab a cab, grab a cap and baby, come right by And she was hot — as she kissed my mouth
She was hot — as I wiped her brow
She was hot — she pinned me to the ground
She was quick — she knew her way around
She was hot — as she tore my clothes
She was hot — she had no place to go She was hot — on a cold and rainy night
Detroit was smoky grey
Nothing like the good old days
Well I got a fever that I’m fighting
I don’t need your company
Leave me in my misery
I can take the rebound just like lightning
And she was hot — in a 50's dress
She was hot — her lips were flashing red
I was lost — in her burning flesh
I was hot — I was dripping sweat
She was hot — in the Detroit snow
She was hot — she had no place to go She was hot — on a cold and rainy night
And she was hot — and I had the blues
She was hot — honey, where were you?
If you were in my shoes
You would be excused
She was hot — you can never wait
She was hot — never hesitate
She was hot — on a cold and rainy night
I think I’m going off the rails
Riding down the pleasure trails
I was taking passion where you find it Honey when you were young and fresh
And you need the touch of your flesh
Go take the treasure where you find it And she was hot — in the melted snow
She was hot — in the molten glow
She was hot — she got it in the blood
She was hot — like the dam that bursts
She was black — she was strong and true
She was black — and her eyes were blue
She was lost — and she took a chance
At just a brief romance
Down the avenue into the lost bayou
Into the tall bamboo, back to the human zoo
I wish you all the best, I hope we meet again
On a cold Chicago night
She was hot
She was hot
She was hot hot hot
She was hot hot hot…
Tradução da letra
Nova Iorque estava fria e húmida
A televisão está em branco.
Parece outro domingo sem saída.
Que tal uma noite mais cedo?
Segunda-feira nunca é tão brilhante
Ooh the sheets feel cold and lonely
Quem quer enfrentar a chuva torrencial
Por uma taça de champanhe francês?
Bem, apanha um táxi, apanha um boné e querida, passa por aqui e ela estava quente-enquanto ela beijava a minha boca
Ela era boa, enquanto lhe limpava a sobrancelha —
Ela era boa-ela prendeu - me no chão
Ela era rápida — ela sabia o caminho
Ela estava quente-enquanto rasgava as minhas roupas
Ela estava quente-ela não tinha para onde ir ela estava quente-em uma noite fria e chuvosa
Detroit era cinzenta fumada
Nada como os bons velhos tempos
Bem, tenho uma febre que estou a combater
Não preciso da tua companhia.
Deixa-me na minha miséria
Eu aguento o ressalto como um relâmpago
E ela era boa num vestido dos anos 50.
Ela estava quente - os seus lábios estavam vermelhos
Eu estava perdido - na sua carne ardente
Eu estava quente-eu estava a pingar suor
Ela era uma brasa-na neve de Detroit
Ela estava quente-ela não tinha para onde ir ela estava quente-em uma noite fria e chuvosa
E ela era boa e eu estava triste.
Ela era Boazona, querida, onde estavas?
Se estivesses no meu lugar
Seria dispensado.
Ela era boa-você nunca pode esperar
Ela era boa-nunca hesite
Ela estava quente numa noite fria e chuvosa
Acho que estou a descarrilar.
Cavalgando pelos caminhos do prazer
Estava a levar a paixão onde a encontras, querida, quando eras jovem e fresca.
E precisas do toque da tua carne
Leva o tesouro onde o encontrares e ela estava quente na neve derretida.
Ela estava quente-no brilho derretido
Ela era boa. ela meteu-a no sangue —
Ela era quente — como a barragem que rebenta
Ela era negra - ela era forte e verdadeira
Ela era preta - e seus olhos eram azuis
Ela estava perdida e arriscou.
Num breve romance
Pela avenida em direcção ao bayou perdido
Para o bambu alto, de volta ao zoológico humano
Desejo-te tudo de bom, espero que nos voltemos a encontrar.
Numa fria noite de Chicago
Ela era boa.
Ela era boa.
Ela era uma brasa.
Ela era uma brasa.…