Lyrics and translation Frankito Lopes - Era um Garoto Que Como Eu Amava os Beatles e os Rolling Stones

Era um Garoto Que Como Eu Amava os Beatles e os Rolling Stones

Era um garoto que como eu
Amava os Beatles e os Rolling Stones
Girava o mundo sempre a cantar
As coisas lindas da América
Não era belo, mas mesmo assim
Havia mil garotas afim
Cantava help and ticket to ride
Oh! Lady Jane e yesterday
Cantava viva à liberdade
Mas uma carta sem esperar
Da sua guitarra, o separou
Fora chamado na América
Stop!
Com Rolling Stones
Stop!
Com Beatles songs
Mandado foi ao Vietnã
Lutar com Vietcongues
Pah, pah, pah, pah, pah...
Era um garoto que como eu
Amava os Beatles e os Rolling Stones
Girava o mundo, mas acabou
Fazendo a guerra no Vietnã
Cabelos longos não usa mais
Não toca a sua guitarra e sim
Um instrumento que sempre dá
A mesma nota, rá-tá-tá-tá
Não vê amigos, nem mais garotas
Só gente morta caindo ao chão
Em seu país não voltará
Pois está morto no Vietnã
Stop!
Com Rolling Stones
Stop!
Com Beatles songs
No peito, um coração não há
Mas duas medalhas sim
Pah, pah, pah, pah, pah...

He Was a Boy Who, Like Me, Loved the Beatles and the Rolling Stones

He was a boy who, like me
Loved the Beatles and the Rolling Stones
He traveled the world, always singing
The beautiful things about America
He wasn't handsome, but still
There were a thousand girls who were after him
He sang "Help" and "Ticket to Ride"
Oh! "Lady Jane" and "Yesterday"
He sang long live freedom
But an unexpected letter
Separated him from his guitar
He had been called up in America
Stop!
With the Rolling Stones
Stop!
With Beatles songs
He was sent to Vietnam
To fight the Viet Cong
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang...
He was a boy who, like me
Loved the Beatles and the Rolling Stones
He traveled the world, but he ended up
Fighting a war in Vietnam
He no longer wears long hair
He doesn't play his guitar but instead
An instrument that always gives
The same note, rat-a-tat-tat
He doesn't see friends, or even girls anymore
Just dead people falling to the ground
He won't be returning to his country
Because he's dead in Vietnam
Stop!
With the Rolling Stones
Stop!
With Beatles songs
There's no heart in his chest
But there are two medals
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang...