1979
4:29
Official Music Video
Portobello Belle by Dire Straits
Lyrics & Translation
English
Bella donna's on the high street
Her breasts upon the off beat
And the stalls are just the side shows
Victoriana's old clothes
And yes, her jeans are tight now
She got to travel light now
She got to turn up all her roots now
She got to turn up for the boots now
She thinks she's tough
She ain't no English rose
Ah, but the blind singer
He's seen enough and he knows
Yes, and he do a song about a long-gone Irish girl
Ah, but I got one for you, Portobello Belle
She sees a man upon his back there
Escaping from a sack there
And bella donna lingers
Her gloves ain't got no fingers
Yeah, the blind man sing in Irish
He get his money in a tin dish
Just a corner serenader
Upon a time he could have made her, made her
She thinks she's tough
She ain't no English rose
Ah, but the blind singer
He's seen enough and he knows
Yes, and he do a song about a long-gone Irish girl
Ah, but I got one for you, Portobello Belle
Yes, and the barrow boys are hawking
And the parakeet's squawking
Upon a truck there is a rhino
She get the crying of a wino
And then she hear the reggae rumble
Bella donna's in the jungle
But she is no garden flower
There is no distress in the tower
Bella donna walks
Bella donna taking a stroll
She don't care about your window box or your buttonhole
Yes, and she sing a song about a long-gone Irish girl
Ah, but I got one for you, Portobello Belle
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of Portobello Belle by Dire Straits
Portobello Belle* (original Dire Straits)
Bella donna's on the high street
Her breasts upon the off beat
And the stalls are just the side shows
Victoriana's old clothes
And yes, her jeans are tight now
She got to travel light now
She got to turn up all her roots now
She got to turn up for the boots now
She thinks she's tough
She ain't no English rose
Ah, but the blind singer
He's seen enough and he knows
Yes, and he do a song about a long-gone Irish girl
Ah, but I got one for you, Portobello Belle
She sees a man upon his back there
Escaping from a sack there
And bella donna lingers
Her gloves ain't got no fingers
Yeah, the blind man sing in Irish
He get his money in a tin dish
Just a corner serenader
Upon a time he could have made her, made her
She thinks she's tough
She ain't no English rose
Ah, but the blind singer
He's seen enough and he knows
Yes, and he do a song about a long-gone Irish girl
Ah, but I got one for you, Portobello Belle
Yes, and the barrow boys are hawking
And the parakeet's squawking
Upon a truck there is a rhino
She get the crying of a wino
And then she hear the reggae rumble
Bella donna's in the jungle
But she is no garden flower
There is no distress in the tower
Bella donna walks
Bella donna taking a stroll
She don't care about your window box or your buttonhole
Yes, and she sing a song about a long-gone Irish girl
Ah, but I got one for you, Portobello Belle
Portobello Belle (traducción LyricVerse Team)
Bella donna está en la calle principal
Sus pechos a contratiempo
Y los puestos son solo espectáculos secundarios
Ropa vieja victoriana
Y sí, sus jeans están ajustados ahora
Tiene que viajar ligera ahora
Tiene que mostrar todas sus raíces ahora
Tiene que aparecer para las botas ahora
Ella cree que es dura
No es ninguna rosa inglesa
Ah, pero el cantante ciego
Ha visto suficiente y lo sabe
Sí, y él hace una canción sobre una chica irlandesa que se fue hace mucho
Ah, pero tengo una para ti, Portobello Belle
Ella ve a un hombre de espaldas allí
Escapando de un saco allí
Y bella donna se demora
Sus guantes no tienen dedos
Sí, el ciego canta en irlandés
Consigue su dinero en un plato de hojalata
Solo un serenatero de esquina
Hubo un tiempo en que podría haberla conquistado, conquistado
Ella cree que es dura
No es ninguna rosa inglesa
Ah, pero el cantante ciego
Ha visto suficiente y lo sabe
Sí, y él hace una canción sobre una chica irlandesa que se fue hace mucho
Ah, pero tengo una para ti, Portobello Belle
Sí, y los vendedores ambulantes están pregonando
Y el periquito está graznando
Sobre un camión hay un rinoceronte
Ella recibe el llanto de un borracho
Y luego escucha el retumbar del reggae
Bella donna está en la jungla
Pero ella no es una flor de jardín
No hay angustia en la torre
Bella donna camina
Bella donna dando un paseo
No le importa tu jardinera ni tu ojal
Sí, y ella canta una canción sobre una chica irlandesa que se fue hace mucho
Ah, pero tengo una para ti, Portobello Belle
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