Traducción de la letra de la canción The Violet Hour - The Clientele
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The Violet Hour
(original)
Terraces that climb like vines
Towards the moon, the five a sides
The evening inter-city lights
I see your face each time I close my eyes
Jude, I told you yesterday that I know nothing
All my friends are loaded and they smile
Picking up the pieces from a bleary night away
Exhaust fumes, magnolias and light
Helen in the art class light
Yes, I guess that if I stay, I’ll stay all night
And I know that you’re not afraid
But every time I close my eyes I see your face
Walking down to Springfield Park, uneasy in the haze
Uneasy in the sunlight and the quiet
Living life without love in your mother’s waiting room
Minute here by minute, it’s like dying
Terraces that climb like vines
Towards a moon that hangs above another night
And streets so filled with echoing
You’re so tired that you believe in everything
So that summer came and went
And I became cold
Yeah, I became cold
Yeah, I became cold
So that summer came and went
And I became cold
Yeah, I became cold
Yeah, I became cold
So that summer came and went
And I became cold
Yeah, I became cold
Yeah, I became cold
So that summer came and went
And I became cold
Yeah, I became cold
Yeah, I became cold
(traducción)
Terrazas que trepan como vides
Hacia la luna, los cinco lados
Las luces nocturnas interurbanas
Veo tu cara cada vez que cierro los ojos
Jude, te dije ayer que no sé nada
Todos mis amigos están cargados y sonríen
Recogiendo las piezas de una noche nublada
Gases de escape, magnolias y luz.
Helen en la luz de la clase de arte
Sí, supongo que si me quedo, me quedo toda la noche.
Y se que no tienes miedo
Pero cada vez que cierro los ojos veo tu cara
Caminando hacia Springfield Park, inquieto en la neblina
Inquieto en la luz del sol y la tranquilidad
Vivir la vida sin amor en la sala de espera de tu madre