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Red Barchetta by Rush
Lyrics & Translation
English
My uncle has a country place
That no one knows about
He says it used to be a farm
Before the Motor Law
And on Sundays I elude the eyes
And hop the turbine freight
To far outside the wire
Where my white-haired uncle waits
Jump to the ground
As the Turbo slows to cross the borderline
Run like the wind
As excitement shivers up and down my spine
Down in his barn
My uncle preserved for me an old machine
For fifty-odd years
To keep it as new has been his dearest dream
I strip away the old debris
That hides a shining car
A brilliant red Barchetta
From a better, vanished time
We fire up the willing engine
Responding with a roar
Tires spitting gravel
I commit my weekly crime
Wind in my hair
Shifting and drifting
Mechanical music
Adrenaline surge
Well-weathered leather
Hot metal and oil
The scented country air
Sunlight on chrome
The blur of the landscape
Every nerve aware
Suddenly, ahead of me
Across the mountainside
A gleaming alloy air-car
Shoots towards me, two lanes wide
I spin around with shrieking tires
To run the deadly race
Go screaming through the valley
As another joins the chase
Drive like the wind
Straining the limits of machine and man
Laughing out loud with fear and hope
I've got a desperate plan
At the one-lane bridge
I leave the giants stranded at the riverside
Race back to the farm
To dream with my uncle at the fireside
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of Red Barchetta by Rush
Red Barchetta* (original Rush)
My uncle has a country place
That no one knows about
He says it used to be a farm
Before the Motor Law
And on Sundays I elude the eyes
And hop the turbine freight
To far outside the wire
Where my white-haired uncle waits
Jump to the ground
As the Turbo slows to cross the borderline
Run like the wind
As excitement shivers up and down my spine
Down in his barn
My uncle preserved for me an old machine
For fifty-odd years
To keep it as new has been his dearest dream
I strip away the old debris
That hides a shining car
A brilliant red Barchetta
From a better, vanished time
We fire up the willing engine
Responding with a roar
Tires spitting gravel
I commit my weekly crime
Wind in my hair
Shifting and drifting
Mechanical music
Adrenaline surge
Well-weathered leather
Hot metal and oil
The scented country air
Sunlight on chrome
The blur of the landscape
Every nerve aware
Suddenly, ahead of me
Across the mountainside
A gleaming alloy air-car
Shoots towards me, two lanes wide
I spin around with shrieking tires
To run the deadly race
Go screaming through the valley
As another joins the chase
Drive like the wind
Straining the limits of machine and man
Laughing out loud with fear and hope
I've got a desperate plan
At the one-lane bridge
I leave the giants stranded at the riverside
Race back to the farm
To dream with my uncle at the fireside
Red Barchetta (traducción LyricVerse Team)
Mi tío tiene una casa de campo
Que nadie conoce
Dice que solía ser una granja
Antes de la Ley del Motor
Y los domingos eludo las miradas
Y salto al tren de carga de turbina
Hacia las afueras del alambre
Donde mi tío de pelo blanco espera
Salto al suelo
Mientras el Turbo disminuye para cruzar la frontera
Corro como el viento
Mientras la emoción me recorre la columna vertebral
Abajo en su granero
Mi tío me conservó una vieja máquina
Por más de cincuenta años
Mantenerla como nueva ha sido su sueño más querido
Quito los viejos escombros
Que esconden un coche brillante
Una Barchetta roja brillante
De un tiempo mejor y desaparecido
Encendemos el motor dispuesto
Respondiendo con un rugido
Neumáticos escupiendo grava
Cometo mi crimen semanal
Viento en mi pelo
Cambiando y derrapando
Música mecánica
Oleada de adrenalina
Cuero bien curtido
Metal caliente y aceite
El aire campestre perfumado
Luz del sol en el cromo
El desenfoque del paisaje
Cada nervio alerta
De repente, delante de mí
Al otro lado de la ladera de la montaña
Un reluciente coche aéreo de aleación
Se dispara hacia mí, de dos carriles de ancho
Doy la vuelta con neumáticos chirriantes
Para correr la carrera mortal
Voy gritando por el valle
Mientras otro se une a la persecución
Conduzco como el viento
Forzando los límites de la máquina y el hombre
Riendo a carcajadas con miedo y esperanza
Tengo un plan desesperado
En el puente de un solo carril
Dejo a los gigantes varados a la orilla del río
Vuelvo corriendo a la granja
Para soñar con mi tío junto a la chimenea
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