Our Song
By Taylor Swift
2006
3:23
Official Music Video
Our Song by Taylor Swift
Lyrics & Translation
English
I was riding shotgun
With my hair undone
In the front seat of his car
He's got a one-hand feel
On the steering wheel
The other on my heart
I look around, turn the radio down
He says, "Baby, is something wrong?"
I say, "Nothing
I was just thinking
How we don't have a song"
And he says...
Our song is the slamming screen door
Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window
When we're on the phone and you talk real slow
'Cause it's late and your mama don't know
Our song is the way you laugh
The first date: "Man, I didn't kiss her, and I should have."
And when I got home ... 'fore I said, "Amen"
Asking God if he could play it again
I was walking up
The front porch steps
After everything that day
Had gone all wrong
And been trampled on
And lost and thrown away
Got to the hallway,
Well, on my way
To my lovin' bed
I almost didn't notice
All the roses
And the note that said...
Our song is the slamming screen door
Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window
When we're on the phone and you talk real slow
'Cause it's late and your mama don't know
Our song is the way you laugh
The first date: "Man, I didn't kiss her, and I should have"
And when I got home ... 'fore I said, "Amen"
Asking God if he could play it again
I've heard every album, listened to the radio
Waited for something to come along
That was as good as our song...
'Cause our song is the slamming screen door
Sneakin' out late, tapping on his window
When we're on the phone and he talks real slow
'Cause it's late and his mama don't know
Our song is the way he laughs
The first date: "Man, I didn't kiss him, and I should have"
And when I got home ... 'fore I said, "Amen"
Asking God if he could play it again
Play it again
Oh, yeah...
Oh-oh, yeah
I was riding shotgun
With my hair undone
In the front seat of his car
I grabbed a pen
And an old napkin
And I wrote down our song
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of Our Song by Taylor Swift
Our Song* (original Taylor Swift)
I was riding shotgun
With my hair undone
In the front seat of his car
He's got a one-hand feel
On the steering wheel
The other on my heart
I look around, turn the radio down
He says, "Baby, is something wrong?"
I say, "Nothing
I was just thinking
How we don't have a song"
And he says...
Our song is the slamming screen door
Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window
When we're on the phone and you talk real slow
'Cause it's late and your mama don't know
Our song is the way you laugh
The first date: "Man, I didn't kiss her, and I should have."
And when I got home ... 'fore I said, "Amen"
Asking God if he could play it again
I was walking up
The front porch steps
After everything that day
Had gone all wrong
And been trampled on
And lost and thrown away
Got to the hallway,
Well, on my way
To my lovin' bed
I almost didn't notice
All the roses
And the note that said...
Our song is the slamming screen door
Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window
When we're on the phone and you talk real slow
'Cause it's late and your mama don't know
Our song is the way you laugh
The first date: "Man, I didn't kiss her, and I should have"
And when I got home ... 'fore I said, "Amen"
Asking God if he could play it again
I've heard every album, listened to the radio
Waited for something to come along
That was as good as our song...
'Cause our song is the slamming screen door
Sneakin' out late, tapping on his window
When we're on the phone and he talks real slow
'Cause it's late and his mama don't know
Our song is the way he laughs
The first date: "Man, I didn't kiss him, and I should have"
And when I got home ... 'fore I said, "Amen"
Asking God if he could play it again
Play it again
Oh, yeah...
Oh-oh, yeah
I was riding shotgun
With my hair undone
In the front seat of his car
I grabbed a pen
And an old napkin
And I wrote down our song
Our Song (traducción LyricVerse Team)
Iba de copiloto
Con mi cabello suelto
En el asiento delantero de su coche
Él tiene una mano
En el volante
La otra en mi corazón
Miro alrededor, bajo la radio
Él dice, "Cariño, ¿pasa algo?"
Yo digo, "Nada
Solo estaba pensando
Cómo no tenemos una canción"
Y él dice...
Nuestra canción es la puerta mosquitera que se cierra de golpe
Escaparse tarde, tocando tu ventana
Cuando estamos al teléfono y hablas muy lento
Porque es tarde y tu mamá no lo sabe
Nuestra canción es la forma en que ríes
La primera cita: "Hombre, no la besé, y debí haberlo hecho."
Y cuando llegué a casa ... antes de decir, "Amén"
Pidiéndole a Dios si podía tocarla de nuevo
Estaba subiendo
Los escalones del porche delantero
Después de que todo ese día
Había salido todo mal
Y había sido pisoteado
Y perdido y tirado
Llegué al pasillo,
Bueno, de camino
A mi querida cama
Casi no noté
Todas las rosas
Y la nota que decía...
Nuestra canción es la puerta mosquitera que se cierra de golpe
Escaparse tarde, tocando tu ventana
Cuando estamos al teléfono y hablas muy lento
Porque es tarde y tu mamá no lo sabe
Nuestra canción es la forma en que ríes
La primera cita: "Hombre, no la besé, y debí haberlo hecho"
Y cuando llegué a casa ... antes de decir, "Amén"
Pidiéndole a Dios si podía tocarla de nuevo
He escuchado cada álbum, sintonizado la radio
Esperé a que algo apareciera
Que fuera tan bueno como nuestra canción...
Porque nuestra canción es la puerta mosquitera que se cierra de golpe
Escaparse tarde, tocando su ventana
Cuando estamos al teléfono y él habla muy lento
Porque es tarde y su mamá no lo sabe
Nuestra canción es la forma en que él ríe
La primera cita: "Hombre, no lo besé, y debí haberlo hecho"
Y cuando llegué a casa ... antes de decir, "Amén"
Pidiéndole a Dios si podía tocarla de nuevo
Tócala de nuevo
Oh, sí...
Oh-oh, sí
Iba de copiloto
Con mi cabello suelto
En el asiento delantero de su coche
Tomé un bolígrafo
Y una servilleta vieja
Y escribí nuestra canción
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