| We trained every time, in the lower east side
| Entrenábamos todo el tiempo, en el lado este inferior
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| And you failed to catch the train back to Queens
| Y no pudiste tomar el tren de regreso a Queens
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| So you came to my room
| Así que viniste a mi habitación
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| We did some things that we knew not to do In the glow of the night’s golden hue
| Hicimos algunas cosas que sabíamos que no debíamos hacer En el resplandor del tono dorado de la noche
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| Chorus:
| Coro:
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| You’ve got the tattered light of string,
| Tienes la luz andrajosa de cuerda,
|
| And you tied round everything
| Y lo ataste todo
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| That you want to call your own
| Que quieres llamar tuyo
|
| But it never seems to hold
| Pero parece que nunca aguanta
|
| When we woke, we agreed
| Cuando despertamos, acordamos
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| That we will not ever sweak of this night to anyone that we both knew
| Que nunca le hablaremos de esta noche a nadie que ambos conozcamos
|
| Then you said:
| Entonces dijiste:
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| ‘Every time we kissed, I felt something that couldn’t exist'
| "Cada vez que nos besábamos, sentía algo que no podía existir"
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| And I confessed that I thought I felt it too
| Y te confesé que yo también creí sentirlo
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| Chorus:
| Coro:
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| I’ve got a tattered light of string,
| Tengo una luz andrajosa de hilo,
|
| And I tied round everything
| Y até alrededor de todo
|
| That I want to call your own
| Que quiero llamar tuyo
|
| But it never seems to hold
| Pero parece que nunca aguanta
|
| Chorus:
| Coro:
|
| I got a tattered light of string,
| Tengo una luz andrajosa de hilo,
|
| And I tied round everything
| Y até alrededor de todo
|
| That I want to call your own
| Que quiero llamar tuyo
|
| But it never seems to hold
| Pero parece que nunca aguanta
|
| Every-thing
| Todo
|
| Never seems to hold
| Nunca parece aguantar
|
| Never seems to hold
| Nunca parece aguantar
|
| Chorus:
| Coro:
|
| You’ve got the tattered light of string,
| Tienes la luz andrajosa de cuerda,
|
| And you tied round everything
| Y lo ataste todo
|
| That you want to call your own
| Que quieres llamar tuyo
|
| But it never seems to hold
| Pero parece que nunca aguanta
|
| Chorus:
| Coro:
|
| I got a tattered light of string,
| Tengo una luz andrajosa de hilo,
|
| And I tied round everything
| Y até alrededor de todo
|
| That I want to call your own
| Que quiero llamar tuyo
|
| But it never seems to hold
| Pero parece que nunca aguanta
|
| Never seems to hold | Nunca parece aguantar |