Paroles et traduction Jay Vaquer - Breve Conto Do Velho Babao

Breve Conto Do Velho Babao

Quis parar o tempo não sabia envelhecer
O velho babão
Tinta no cabelo, farreava pra valer
Tinta no cartão

E quanta mentira usava pra fugir
Do que desejava?
Encontrar alguma explicação
Pra crise existencial
Que tratava seduzindo
As amiguinhas de sua filha adolecente

Síndrome do pânico, medo de morrer
Mijava no chão
Enquanto bebia e tantava não sofrer
Com a solidão

E quanta a verdade guardava pra fingir
Que não cobiçava
Outra chance, outra encarnação?
E a crise existencial
Escondida num sorriso
De verdadeiro nem os dentes da frente

Chorava o leite derramado
Tudo que havia conquistado
Bens patrimoniais, relações profissionais
Agora nem sabia muito bem pra quê

E no discurso decorado
Tinha orgulho do passado
Um passado que esquecia, toda vez que enlouquecia
Se esfregando pelas raves, doido de "E"

Até que um dia agonizou
Ajoelhado, com a boca roxa
Enfartando na balada
E a molecada achando o lance engraçado, comentando
Olha a dança do coroa, que piada

Até que um dia agonizou
Ajoelhado, com a boca roxa
Enfartando na balada
E a molecada achando o lance engraçado, comentando
Olha a dança do coroa, que piada

Até que um dia agonizou
Ajoelhado, com a boca roxa
Enfartando na balada
E a molecada achando o lance engraçado, comentando
Olha a dança do coroa, que piada

Quis parar o tempo e seu tempo acabou

A Short Story of the Dirty Old Man

You wanted to stop time, you didn't know how to grow old
The dirty old man
Dye in your hair, partying as hard as you can
Debt on your card

And how many lies did you use to escape
From what you really wanted?
To find some excuse
For your existential crisis
Which you treated by seducing
The friends of your teenage daughter

Panic attacks, fear of death
You'd piss on the floor
As you drank and tried not to suffer
From loneliness

And how much of the truth did you keep to yourself to pretend
That you didn't crave
Another chance, another life?
And your existential crisis
Hidden in a smile
Not even your front teeth were real

You cried over spilled milk
Everything you had achieved
Patrimonial goods, professional relationships
Now you don't even know what for

And in your rehearsed speech
You were proud of the past
A past that you forgot, every time you went crazy
Rubbing yourself at raves, high on ecstasy

Until one day you died
Kneeling, with blue lips
Having a heart attack in the club
And the kids thought it was funny, commenting
Look at the old man dancing, what a joke

Until one day you died
Kneeling, with blue lips
Having a heart attack in the club
And the kids thought it was funny, commenting
Look at the old man dancing, what a joke

Until one day you died
Kneeling, with blue lips
Having a heart attack in the club
And the kids thought it was funny, commenting
Look at the old man dancing, what a joke

You wanted to stop time and your time ran out