Official Music Video
Stone Cold Crazy by Metallica
Lyrics & Translation
English
Sleeping very soundly on a Saturday morning,
I was dreaming I was Al Capone.
Rumours going round, gotta clear out of town,
Smell like a dry fishbone.
Here come the law, gonna break down the door,
Carry me away once more.
Never, never, never want it anymore,
Gotta get away from this stone cold floor.
Crazy, stone cold crazy, you know.
Rainy afternoon, ought to kill a typhoon,
And she's playing on my slide trombone.
Anymore, anymore, cannot take it anymore,
Gotta get away from this stone cold floor.
Crazy, stone cold crazy, you know.
Walking down the street, shooting people that I meet,
Fully loaded Tommy gun.
Here come the deputy, try fucking getting me,
Gotta fucking get up and run.
They got the sirens loose, I ran right out of juice.
They're gonna put me in a cell,
If I can't go to heaven, let me go to hell.
Crazy, stone cold crazy, you know, yeah.
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of Stone Cold Crazy by Metallica
Stone Cold Crazy* (original Metallica)
Sleeping very soundly on a Saturday morning,
I was dreaming I was Al Capone.
Rumours going round, gotta clear out of town,
Smell like a dry fishbone.
Here come the law, gonna break down the door,
Carry me away once more.
Never, never, never want it anymore,
Gotta get away from this stone cold floor.
Crazy, stone cold crazy, you know.
Rainy afternoon, ought to kill a typhoon,
And she's playing on my slide trombone.
Anymore, anymore, cannot take it anymore,
Gotta get away from this stone cold floor.
Crazy, stone cold crazy, you know.
Walking down the street, shooting people that I meet,
Fully loaded Tommy gun.
Here come the deputy, try fucking getting me,
Gotta fucking get up and run.
They got the sirens loose, I ran right out of juice.
They're gonna put me in a cell,
If I can't go to heaven, let me go to hell.
Crazy, stone cold crazy, you know, yeah.
Stone Cold Crazy (traducción LyricVerse Team)
Durmiendo muy profundamente un sábado por la mañana,
Soñaba que era Al Capone.
Rumores circulando, tengo que salir de la ciudad,
Huelo a espina de pescado seca.
Aquí viene la ley, va a derribar la puerta,
Llevarme lejos una vez más.
Nunca, nunca, nunca lo quiero más,
Tengo que alejarme de este frío suelo de piedra.
Loco, loco de remate, sabes.
Tarde lluviosa, debería matar un tifón,
Y ella está tocando mi trombón de varas.
Ya no más, ya no más, no puedo soportarlo más,
Tengo que alejarme de este frío suelo de piedra.
Loco, loco de remate, sabes.
Caminando por la calle, disparando a la gente que encuentro,
Ametralladora Tommy cargada.
Aquí viene el sheriff, intenta jodidamente atraparme,
Tengo que jodidamente levantarme y correr.
Soltaron las sirenas, me quedé sin energía.
Me van a meter en una celda,
Si no puedo ir al cielo, déjame ir al infierno.
Loco, loco de remate, sabes, sí.
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