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Drowse by Queen
Lyrics & Translation
English
It's the sad-eyed, goodbye, yesterday moments I remember
It's the bleak street, weak-kneed partings I recall
It's the mistier mist
The hazier days
The brighter sun
And the easier lays
There's all the more reason for laughing and crying
When you're younger and life isn't too hard at all
It's the fantastic drowse of the afternoon Sundays
That bored you to rages of tears
The unending pleadings, to waste all your good times
In thoughts of your middle-aged years
It's a vertical hold, all the things that you're told
For the everyday hero it all turns to zero
And there's all the more reason for living or dying
When you're young and your troubles are all very small
Out here on the street
We'd gather and meet
And scuff up the sidewalk with endlessly restless feet
And half of the time
We'd broaden our minds
More in the pool hall than we did in the school hall
With the downtown chewing-gum bums
Watching the nightlife, the lights and the fun
Never wanted to be the boy next door
Always thought I'd be something more
But it ain't easy for a small-town boy
It ain't easy at all
Thinking it right, doing it wrong
It's easier from an armchair
Waves of alternatives
Wash at my sleepiness
Have my eggs poached for
Breakfast I guess
I think I'll be Clint Eastwood
Jimi Hendrix, he was good
William The Conqueror
Now, who else do I like?
Brian May
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of Drowse by Queen
Drowse* (original Queen)
It's the sad-eyed, goodbye, yesterday moments I remember
It's the bleak street, weak-kneed partings I recall
It's the mistier mist
The hazier days
The brighter sun
And the easier lays
There's all the more reason for laughing and crying
When you're younger and life isn't too hard at all
It's the fantastic drowse of the afternoon Sundays
That bored you to rages of tears
The unending pleadings, to waste all your good times
In thoughts of your middle-aged years
It's a vertical hold, all the things that you're told
For the everyday hero it all turns to zero
And there's all the more reason for living or dying
When you're young and your troubles are all very small
Out here on the street
We'd gather and meet
And scuff up the sidewalk with endlessly restless feet
And half of the time
We'd broaden our minds
More in the pool hall than we did in the school hall
With the downtown chewing-gum bums
Watching the nightlife, the lights and the fun
Never wanted to be the boy next door
Always thought I'd be something more
But it ain't easy for a small-town boy
It ain't easy at all
Thinking it right, doing it wrong
It's easier from an armchair
Waves of alternatives
Wash at my sleepiness
Have my eggs poached for
Breakfast I guess
I think I'll be Clint Eastwood
Jimi Hendrix, he was good
William The Conqueror
Now, who else do I like?
Brian May
Drowse (traducción LyricVerse Team)
Son los momentos de ojos tristes, de adiós, de ayer que recuerdo
Son las despedidas de calles desoladas, de rodillas débiles que evoco
Es la niebla más densa
Los días más borrosos
El sol más brillante
Y las conquistas más fáciles
Hay muchas más razones para reír y llorar
Cuando eres más joven y la vida no es tan dura en absoluto
Es el fantástico sopor de los domingos por la tarde
Que te aburría hasta rabias de lágrimas
Las súplicas interminables, para desperdiciar todos tus buenos momentos
En pensamientos de tus años de mediana edad
Es una imagen fija, todo lo que te dicen
Para el héroe cotidiano todo se vuelve cero
Y hay muchas más razones para vivir o morir
Cuando eres joven y tus problemas son todos muy pequeños
Aquí en la calle
Nos reuníamos y encontrábamos
Y rozábamos la acera con pies incansablemente inquietos
Y la mitad del tiempo
Abríamos nuestras mentes
Más en la sala de billar que en el salón de la escuela
Con los vagabundos mascadores de chicle del centro
Viendo la vida nocturna, las luces y la diversión
Nunca quise ser el chico de al lado
Siempre pensé que sería algo más
Pero no es fácil para un chico de pueblo pequeño
No es fácil en absoluto
Pensándolo bien, haciéndolo mal
Es más fácil desde un sillón
Olas de alternativas
Invaden mi somnolencia
Que me hagan los huevos escalfados para
El desayuno, supongo
Creo que seré Clint Eastwood
Jimi Hendrix, él era bueno
Guillermo el Conquistador
Ahora, ¿quién más me gusta?
Brian May
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