
Fecha de emisión: 20.08.2015
Etiqueta de registro: Relapse
Idioma de la canción: inglés
Cowards(original) |
We came to the water |
Our nature not to drink |
Hard to pity the sailor |
Afraid to sink |
And it was fine |
We came to the door |
The door was locked |
We lit our torches |
Then we knocked |
And it was fine |
Fine |
Fine |
Fine |
All the cowards in the house, sing out, sing out |
Hold those ashes in your mouth, sing through them; |
sing out |
Lay your shields on the ground and never go home |
All the cowards in the house, forgive yourselves; |
sing out |
Throw your hands up, throw your hands up, throw your hands up, cut them off |
We were born to lick boots |
And pretend it was steak |
It’s not hard in this world |
To love what you hate |
And it becomes fine |
Fine |
Fine |
Fine |
All the cowards in the house, sing out, sing out |
Hold those ashes in your mouth, sing through them; |
sing out |
Lay your shields on the ground and never go home |
All the cowards in the house, forgive yourselves; |
sing out |
Throw your hands up, throw your hands up, throw your hands up, cut them off |
Every flag is a mask with teeth underneath |
Keep your ashes close to your chest like family |
All the cowards in the house, sing out, sing out |
Hold those ashes in your mouth, sing through them; |
sing out |
Lay your shields on the ground and never go home |
All the cowards in the house, forgive yourselves; |
sing out |
Throw your hands up, throw your hands up, throw your hands up, cut them off |
(traducción) |
Llegamos al agua |
Nuestra naturaleza de no beber |
Difícil de compadecer al marinero |
Miedo a hundirse |
Y estuvo bien |
llegamos a la puerta |
la puerta estaba cerrada |
Encendimos nuestras antorchas |
Entonces llamamos |
Y estuvo bien |
Bien |
Bien |
Bien |
Todos los cobardes de la casa, canten, canten |
Mantén esas cenizas en tu boca, canta a través de ellas; |
gritar |
Pon tus escudos en el suelo y nunca te vayas a casa |
Todos los cobardes de la casa, perdónense; |
gritar |
Levanta las manos, levanta las manos, levanta las manos, córtalas |
Nacimos para lamer botas |
Y pretender que era bistec |
No es difícil en este mundo |
Amar lo que odias |
Y se pone bien |
Bien |
Bien |
Bien |
Todos los cobardes de la casa, canten, canten |
Mantén esas cenizas en tu boca, canta a través de ellas; |
gritar |
Pon tus escudos en el suelo y nunca te vayas a casa |
Todos los cobardes de la casa, perdónense; |
gritar |
Levanta las manos, levanta las manos, levanta las manos, córtalas |
Cada bandera es una máscara con dientes debajo |
Mantén tus cenizas cerca de tu cofre como familia |
Todos los cobardes de la casa, canten, canten |
Mantén esas cenizas en tu boca, canta a través de ellas; |
gritar |
Pon tus escudos en el suelo y nunca te vayas a casa |
Todos los cobardes de la casa, perdónense; |
gritar |
Levanta las manos, levanta las manos, levanta las manos, córtalas |
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Canary | 2015 |