A Rectangle Picture
Una imagen Rectángulo
Par mason proffit · Auteur : Mason Proffit
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Traduction par Alejandra Mida
Paroles originales
Janey is a lady
She walks my mind at night
I'm lyin in this grass field
I know that it ain't right
Everything has turned around
I think I'll close my eyes
To shut out those machine gun sounds
That muffle all the cries
Ever since they called me
My life ain't been the same
An old rectangle picture
In an old oak picture frame
Ever since they called me
My life ain't been the same
An old rectangle picture
In an old oak picture frame
Little child of yellow skin
Come sit here on my knee
You tell me now your families gone
You blame it all on me
My hands and arms don't work no more
I guess they'll send me home
I give to you a candy bar
To taste when your alone
Ever since they called me
My life ain't been the same
An old rectangle picture
In an old oak picture frame
She walks my mind at night
I'm lyin in this grass field
I know that it ain't right
Everything has turned around
I think I'll close my eyes
To shut out those machine gun sounds
That muffle all the cries
Ever since they called me
My life ain't been the same
An old rectangle picture
In an old oak picture frame
Ever since they called me
My life ain't been the same
An old rectangle picture
In an old oak picture frame
Little child of yellow skin
Come sit here on my knee
You tell me now your families gone
You blame it all on me
My hands and arms don't work no more
I guess they'll send me home
I give to you a candy bar
To taste when your alone
Ever since they called me
My life ain't been the same
An old rectangle picture
In an old oak picture frame
Traduction
Janey es una dama
Ella camina mi mente en la noche
Estoy mintiendo en este campo de hierba
Sé que no está bien
Todo lo que ha dado la vuelta
Creo que voy a cerrar los ojos
Para excluir los sonidos de ametralladora
Eso mufla todos los gritos
Desde que me llamaron
Mi vida no es el mismo estado
Una imagen rectángulo antiguo
En un marco de roble viejo cuadro
Desde que me llamaron
Mi vida no es el mismo estado
Una imagen rectángulo antiguo
En un marco de roble viejo cuadro
Pequeño niño de piel amarilla
Ven y siéntate aquí en mi rodilla
Usted me dice ahora vuestras familias ido
Usted culpa de todo a mí
Mis manos y brazos no funcionan no más
Creo que me van a mandar a casa
Te doy un caramelo
Para probar si tu solo
Desde que me llamaron
Mi vida no es el mismo estado
Una imagen rectángulo antiguo
En un marco de roble viejo cuadro
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