Текст и перевод песни Israel & Rodolffo - Moral da História - Ao Vivo

Moral da História - Ao Vivo

Era uma vez uma gaiola prata
Que tinha dentro um passarinho que cantava
Mas depois que ele cantava, ele se lamentava no ombro da gaiola
Pensando que era feliz lá dentro, mas podia ser bem mais lá fora

E a gaiola contrariada abriu a porta
E falou: Bate asas, mas esquece o caminho de volta
E o passarinho então voou, voou, voou
E a tal felicidade ele nunca encontrou

Moral da história
O passarinho era eu
E ela era a gaiola
Bateu arrependimento

Porque tinha outro passarinho na gaiola com ovinho dentro
Ninguém tá feliz com o que tá tendo
Quem casa quer ficar solteiro
E quem tá solteiro quer um casamento

Era uma vez uma gaiola prata
Que tinha dentro um passarinho que cantava
Mas depois que ele cantava, ele se lamentava no ombro da gaiola
Pensando que era feliz lá dentro, mas podia ser bem mais lá fora

E a gaiola contrariada abriu a porta
E falou: Bate asas, mas esquece o caminho de volta
E o passarinho então voou, voou, voou
E a tal felicidade ele nunca encontrou

Moral da história
O passarinho era eu
E ela era a gaiola
Bateu arrependimento

Porque tinha outro passarinho na gaiola com ovinho dentro
Ninguém tá feliz com o que tá tendo
Quem casa quer ficar solteiro
E quem tá solteiro quer um casamento

Obrigado
Valeu demais

Moral of the Story - Live

Once upon a time there was a silver cage
That had a little bird inside that sang
But after he sang, he'd lament on the cage's shoulder
Thinking he was happy inside there, but he could be so much more out there

And the cage, annoyed, opened the door
And said: "Flap your wings, but forget the way back
And the little bird then flew, flew, flew
And that happiness he never found

Moral of the story
The little bird was me
And she was the cage
Regret set in

Because there was another little bird in the cage with an egg inside
No one is happy with what they have
Who marries wants to be single
And who is single wants a marriage

Once upon a time there was a silver cage
That had a little bird inside that sang
But after he sang, he'd lament on the cage's shoulder
Thinking he was happy inside there, but he could be so much more out there

And the cage, annoyed, opened the door
And said: "Flap your wings, but forget the way back
And the little bird then flew, flew, flew
And that happiness he never found

Moral of the story
The little bird was me
And she was the cage
Regret set in

Because there was another little bird in the cage with an egg inside
No one is happy with what they have
Who marries wants to be single
And who is single wants a marriage

Thank you
It was worth it