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American Triangle |
American Triangle (Triângulo Americano) |
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| Seen him playing in his backyard | Eu o vi brincando no parquinho |
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Young boy just starting out |
Um jovenzinho começando a vida |
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So much history in this landscape |
Tanta história nesta paisagem |
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So much confusion, so much doubt |
Tanta confusão, tanta dúvida. |
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| Been there drinking on that front porch | Estive lá bebendo na entrada da casa |
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Angry kids mean and dumb |
Crianças raivosas, más e burras |
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Looks like a painting that blue skyline |
Parece uma pintura, aquele horizonte azul |
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God hates fags where we come from |
Deus odeia bichas lá de onde viemos |
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| Western skies don't make it right | "Os céus do oeste" não tornam isto certo |
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Home of the brave don't make no sense |
"O Lar dos corajosos" não faz sentido |
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I've seen a scarecrow wrapped in wire |
Vi um espantalho enrolado em arame farpado |
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Left to die on a high ridge fence |
Abandonado pra morrer numa cerca alta de madeira |
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It's a cold, cold wind, it's a cold, cold wind |
É um vento frio, gelado |
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It's a cold, cold wind blowing, Wyoming |
É um vento frio, gelado |
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Tem um vento frio soprando, Wyoming |
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| See two coyotes running down a deer | Vi dois coiotes abaterem um veado |
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Hate what we don't understand |
Odiamos o que não compreendemos |
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You pioneers give us your children |
Vocês pioneiros, dêem-nos suas crianças |
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But it's your blood that stains their hands |
Mas é o seu sangue que mancha as mãos deles |
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| Western skies don't make it right | Em algum lugar aquela estrada se bifurca lá na frente |
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Home of the brave don't make no sense |
Para a ignorância e para a inocência |
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I've seen a scarecrow wrapped in wire |
Tres vidas à deriva em ventos diferentes |
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Left to die on a high ridge fence |
Duas vidas arruinadas, uma vida desperdiçada. |
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It's a cold, cold wind, it's a cold, cold wind | |
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It's a cold, cold wind blowing, Wyoming | |
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| Somewhere that road forks up ahead | |
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To Ignorance and innocence | |
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Three lives drift on different winds | |
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Two lives ruined one life spent | |
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Western skies don't make it right | |
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Home of the brave don't make no sense | |
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I've seen a scarecrow wrapped in wire | |
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Left to die on a high ridge fence | |
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It's a cold, cold wind, it's a cold, cold wind | |
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It's a cold, cold wind blowing, Wyoming | |
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| It's a cold, cold wind, it's a cold, cold wind | |
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It's a cold wind blowing, blowing | |
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Wyoming | |
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