Official Music Video
I Wanted To Be Wrong by R.E.M.
Lyrics & Translation
English
You know where I come from
You know what I feel
You're Yul Brenner Westworld
Reporting from the field.
I threw it into reverse,
Made a motion to repeal.
You kicked my legs from under me,
And tried to take the wheel.
I told you I wanted to be wrong,
But everyone is humming a song
That I don't understand.
Now I know that the sun has shined on my side of the street.
The basket of America, the weevils and the wheat.
The milk and honeyed congregation, scrubbed and apple-cheeked
Salute Apollo 13 from the rattle jewelry seats.
Mythology's seductive and it turned a trick on me
That I have just begun to understand.
I told you I wanted to be wrong,
But everyone is humming a song
That I don't understand.
The rodeo is staged, gold circle goat-ropers and clowns.
A rumble in the third act, tie 'em up and burn 'em down.
We're armed to the teeth, born a little breech;
Blue-plate special analysts, cells and SUV's
We can't approach the Allies 'cause they seem a little peeved
And speak a language we don't understand.
I told you I wanted to be wrong
But everyone is humming a song
That I don't understand.
(Prop up The Omega Man, we're primed for victory,
God gave us the upper hand, there's honor among thieves.
Temper it with arrogance, a dash of sad conceit.
The top's down on the T-Bird, we're the children of the free)
Storm into the boardroom of the conquering elite.
Did you recognize the madman who is shouting in the streets?
Destroy the things that I don't understand
Destroy the things that I don't understand.
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of I Wanted To Be Wrong by R.E.M.
I Wanted To Be Wrong* (original R.E.M.)
You know where I come from
You know what I feel
You're Yul Brenner Westworld
Reporting from the field.
I threw it into reverse,
Made a motion to repeal.
You kicked my legs from under me,
And tried to take the wheel.
I told you I wanted to be wrong,
But everyone is humming a song
That I don't understand.
Now I know that the sun has shined on my side of the street.
The basket of America, the weevils and the wheat.
The milk and honeyed congregation, scrubbed and apple-cheeked
Salute Apollo 13 from the rattle jewelry seats.
Mythology's seductive and it turned a trick on me
That I have just begun to understand.
I told you I wanted to be wrong,
But everyone is humming a song
That I don't understand.
The rodeo is staged, gold circle goat-ropers and clowns.
A rumble in the third act, tie 'em up and burn 'em down.
We're armed to the teeth, born a little breech;
Blue-plate special analysts, cells and SUV's
We can't approach the Allies 'cause they seem a little peeved
And speak a language we don't understand.
I told you I wanted to be wrong
But everyone is humming a song
That I don't understand.
(Prop up The Omega Man, we're primed for victory,
God gave us the upper hand, there's honor among thieves.
Temper it with arrogance, a dash of sad conceit.
The top's down on the T-Bird, we're the children of the free)
Storm into the boardroom of the conquering elite.
Did you recognize the madman who is shouting in the streets?
Destroy the things that I don't understand
Destroy the things that I don't understand.
I Wanted To Be Wrong (traducción LyricVerse Team)
Sabes de dónde vengo
Sabes lo que siento
Eres Yul Brenner Westworld
Reportando desde el campo.
Lo puse en reversa,
Hice una moción para revocar.
Me pateaste las piernas,
E intentaste tomar el volante.
Te dije que quería estar equivocado,
Pero todos están tarareando una canción
Que no entiendo.
Ahora sé que el sol ha brillado en mi lado de la calle.
La cesta de América, los gorgojos y el trigo.
La congregación de leche y miel, limpia y con mejillas sonrosadas
Saludan al Apolo 13 desde los asientos de joyería que traquetean.
La mitología es seductora y me jugó una mala pasada
Que apenas he empezado a entender.
Te dije que quería estar equivocado,
Pero todos están tarareando una canción
Que no entiendo.
El rodeo está montado, lazadores de cabras de círculo dorado y payasos.
Un estruendo en el tercer acto, átalos y quémalos.
Estamos armados hasta los dientes, nacidos un poco de nalgas;
Analistas de plato especial, celdas y SUV's
No podemos acercarnos a los Aliados porque parecen un poco molestos
Y hablan un idioma que no entendemos.
Te dije que quería estar equivocado
Pero todos están tarareando una canción
Que no entiendo.
(Apoya a El Hombre Omega, estamos listos para la victoria,
Dios nos dio la ventaja, hay honor entre ladrones.
Templarlo con arrogancia, una pizca de triste vanidad.
La capota está bajada en el T-Bird, somos los hijos de los libres)
Irrumpe en la sala de juntas de la élite conquistadora.
¿Reconociste al loco que está gritando en las calles?
Destruye las cosas que no entiendo
Destruye las cosas que no entiendo.
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