Gold Dust
Polvo de oro
Von justin currie · Autor: Justin Currie
Original: →Übersetzung:
Übersetzung von Alejandra Mida
Originaltext
The thing that makes your eyes glitter
Isn't always gold dust
The wings you think life's given you
They couldn't lift a bread crust
A siren in the sky calls my body home
The last remaining high leaves me low down and alone
And maps of where you are can be found in every bar
Where those cozy little homilies hang
The thing that makes your eyes glitter
Isn't always gold dust
The wings you think life's given you
They couldn't lift a bread crust
The confidence of kings leaches from my hands
Where Jupiter did sing, a drunken janitor now stands
To figure who you are you look in every single car
Where they stick those tired sideways looks at life
The thing that makes your eyes glitter
Isn't always gold dust
The wings you think life's given you
They couldn't lift a bread crust
Alone that ain't the word
It's just a groan in the morning
Nobody ever heard
The thing that makes your eyes glitter
Isn't always gold dust
The wings you think life's given you
They couldn't lift a bread crust
Isn't always gold dust
The wings you think life's given you
They couldn't lift a bread crust
A siren in the sky calls my body home
The last remaining high leaves me low down and alone
And maps of where you are can be found in every bar
Where those cozy little homilies hang
The thing that makes your eyes glitter
Isn't always gold dust
The wings you think life's given you
They couldn't lift a bread crust
The confidence of kings leaches from my hands
Where Jupiter did sing, a drunken janitor now stands
To figure who you are you look in every single car
Where they stick those tired sideways looks at life
The thing that makes your eyes glitter
Isn't always gold dust
The wings you think life's given you
They couldn't lift a bread crust
Alone that ain't the word
It's just a groan in the morning
Nobody ever heard
The thing that makes your eyes glitter
Isn't always gold dust
The wings you think life's given you
They couldn't lift a bread crust
Übersetzung
Lo que hace que los ojos del brillo
No siempre es oro en polvo
Las alas que piensan que la vida te ha dado
No podían levantar una corteza de pan
Una sirena en el cielo llama a mi cuerpo a casa
El último que queda de alta me deja muy abajo y sola
Y los mapas de donde se encuentre se pueden encontrar en todos los bares
Cuando esas pequeñas homilías acogedoras cuelgan
Lo que hace que los ojos del brillo
No siempre es oro en polvo
Las alas que piensan que la vida te ha dado
No podían levantar una corteza de pan
La confianza de los reyes se filtra de las manos
Cuando Júpiter hizo cantar, un portero borracho se ubica actualmente
Para averiguar con quién está usted mira en cada automóvil
Cuando se pegan los cansados ??miradas de reojo a la vida
Lo que hace que los ojos del brillo
No siempre es oro en polvo
Las alas que piensan que la vida te ha dado
No podían levantar una corteza de pan
Solo que no es la palabra
Es sólo un gemido de la mañana
Nadie ha oído hablar
Lo que hace que los ojos del brillo
No siempre es oro en polvo
Las alas que piensan que la vida te ha dado
No podían levantar una corteza de pan
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