Official Music Video
Sweet Potato by Sia
Lyrics & Translation
English
She cooks you sweet potato you don't like aubergine
She knows to boil the kettle when you hum bars from grease
She senses you are lonely but still she can't be sure
And so she stands and waits, stands anticipating (your thoughts)
How can she become the psychic that she longs to be to understand you
How can she become the psychic that she longs to be to understand you
He brushes thoroughly
He know she likes fresh breath
He rushes to the station
He waits atop the steps
He's brought with him a Mars bar
She will not buy Nestle
And later he'll perform
A love-lorn serenade, a trade
How can he become the psychic that he longs to be to understand you
How can he become the psychic that he longs to be to understand you
So give her information to help her fill the holes
Give an ounce of power so he does not feel controlled
Help her to acknowledge the pain that you are in
Give to him a glimpse of that beneath your skin
Now my inner dialogue is heaving with detest
I am a martyr and a victim and I need to be caressed
I hate that you negate me, I'm a ghost at beck and call
I'm failing and placating, and berating myself for staying
I'm a fool
I'm a fool
He greets the stranger meekly a thing that she accepts
She sees him waiting often with chocolate on the steps
He senses she is lonely she's glad they finally met
They take each other's hands walk into the sunset
Do you like sweet potato?
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of Sweet Potato by Sia
Sweet Potato* (original Sia)
She cooks you sweet potato you don't like aubergine
She knows to boil the kettle when you hum bars from grease
She senses you are lonely but still she can't be sure
And so she stands and waits, stands anticipating (your thoughts)
How can she become the psychic that she longs to be to understand you
How can she become the psychic that she longs to be to understand you
He brushes thoroughly
He know she likes fresh breath
He rushes to the station
He waits atop the steps
He's brought with him a Mars bar
She will not buy Nestle
And later he'll perform
A love-lorn serenade, a trade
How can he become the psychic that he longs to be to understand you
How can he become the psychic that he longs to be to understand you
So give her information to help her fill the holes
Give an ounce of power so he does not feel controlled
Help her to acknowledge the pain that you are in
Give to him a glimpse of that beneath your skin
Now my inner dialogue is heaving with detest
I am a martyr and a victim and I need to be caressed
I hate that you negate me, I'm a ghost at beck and call
I'm failing and placating, and berating myself for staying
I'm a fool
I'm a fool
He greets the stranger meekly a thing that she accepts
She sees him waiting often with chocolate on the steps
He senses she is lonely she's glad they finally met
They take each other's hands walk into the sunset
Do you like sweet potato?
Sweet Potato (traducción LyricVerse Team)
Ella te cocina batata, a ti no te gusta la berenjena
Ella sabe hervir la tetera cuando tarareas canciones de Grease
Ella siente que estás solo, pero aún no puede estar segura
Y así ella se queda y espera, esperando (tus pensamientos)
¿Cómo puede ella convertirse en la psíquica que anhela ser para entenderte?
¿Cómo puede ella convertirse en la psíquica que anhela ser para entenderte?
Él se cepilla a fondo
Él sabe que a ella le gusta el aliento fresco
Él corre a la estación
Él espera en lo alto de los escalones
Él ha traído consigo una barra Mars
Ella no comprará Nestlé
Y más tarde él actuará
Una serenata de amor, un intercambio
¿Cómo puede él convertirse en el psíquico que anhela ser para entenderte?
¿Cómo puede él convertirse en el psíquico que anhela ser para entenderte?
Así que dale información para ayudarla a llenar los vacíos
Dale una pizca de poder para que él no se sienta controlado
Ayúdala a reconocer el dolor en el que estás
Dale a él un atisbo de eso bajo tu piel
Ahora mi diálogo interno está rebosante de aversión
Soy un mártir y una víctima y necesito ser acariciado
Odio que me niegues, soy un fantasma a tu entera disposición
Estoy fallando y apaciguando, y regañándome por quedarme
Soy un tonto
Soy un tonto
Él saluda al extraño mansamente, algo que ella acepta
Ella lo ve esperando a menudo con chocolate en los escalones
Él siente que ella está sola, ella se alegra de que finalmente se conocieron
Se toman de las manos y caminan hacia el atardecer
¿Te gusta la batata?
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