It's Not The Last Time
Its Not The Last Time
Par clarkson go · Auteur : Clarkson Go
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Traduction par Alejandra Mida
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As I approach the railroad tracks I see footsteps of mine
Headed down the same long line
It's far from the first
It's not the last time
Overcome the overpass
Rush hour below
Weave through invisible
And duck beneath the dim lit window
Whiskey, Genuine Labbatt
We get kicked out and come right back
We get kicked out and come right back
In fifteen minutes, we'd return
The same lesson we will never learn
Straight through the window we will burn
Bruno beats, and blows soundtrack
Second-hand, I'll smoke two packs
It was my little youth hostile
And you know I'm coming back
I enter through a window, a trapdoor
A thousand bodies have the floor
Some here have nowhere left to go
Life in and out of a window
Headed down the same long line
It's far from the first
It's not the last time
Overcome the overpass
Rush hour below
Weave through invisible
And duck beneath the dim lit window
Whiskey, Genuine Labbatt
We get kicked out and come right back
We get kicked out and come right back
In fifteen minutes, we'd return
The same lesson we will never learn
Straight through the window we will burn
Bruno beats, and blows soundtrack
Second-hand, I'll smoke two packs
It was my little youth hostile
And you know I'm coming back
I enter through a window, a trapdoor
A thousand bodies have the floor
Some here have nowhere left to go
Life in and out of a window
Traduction
Al acercarme a las vías del tren veo huellas de la mina
Dirigido por la misma línea de tiempo
Está lejos de ser la primera
No es la última vez
Superar el paso elevado
Hora punta abajo
Colócalo en invisible
Y pato debajo de la ventana iluminado tenue
Whisky, Genuine Labbatt
Nos echan y llegamos de vuelta
Nos echan y llegamos de vuelta
En quince minutos, nos gustaría volver
La misma lección que nunca aprenderemos
Directamente a través de la ventana nos quemaremos
Latidos Bruno y golpes banda sonora
De segunda mano, Voy a fumar dos paquetes
Era mi pequeño hostil juventud
Y usted sabe que voy a volver
Entro por una ventana, una trampilla
Un millar de cuerpos tienen la palabra
Algunos aquí han dejado lugar a donde ir
La vida en y fuera de una ventana
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