Parade
Kaboom
Get it right, get it right now
Get it right, do it good, get it right now
Kaboom
Get it right, get it right now
Get it right, do it good, get it right now
Oh lets bomb the factory
That makes all the wannabees
Lets burst all the bubbles
That brainwash the masses
As far as I can tell it doesn't matter who you are
If you can believe there's something worth for
The color of an eye, the glory of a sudden view
The baby in your arms, the smile he always shoots at you
Believing (believing) in nothing (in nothing)
Makes life (makes life) so boring (so boring)
So lets pray (so lets pray) for something (for something)
To feel good (to feel good) in the morning (in the morning)
As far as I can tell it doesn't matter who you are
If you can believe there's something worth fighting for
The color of an eye, the glory of a sudden view
The baby in your arms, the smile he always shoots at you
Kaboom
Get it right, get it right now
Get it right, do it good get it right now
Kaboom
Get it right, get it right now
Get it right, do it good get it right now
kaboom (x4)
Oh doctor
We're dying
There's no use in crying
So live for tomorrow
And do what you have to
As far as I can tell it doesn't matter who you are
If you can believe there's something worth fighting for
The color of an eye, the glory of a sudden view
The baby in your arms the smile he always shoots at you
Oh, let's pray (oh let's pray) for something (for something)
To feel good (to feel good) in the morning (in the morning)
Get it right, do it good, get it right now (x5)
Parade (Tradução)
KABOOM
Entenda
Entenda agora
Entenda
Faça direito
Entenda agora
Oh vamos bombardear a fábrica
que produz todos os iludidos*
Vamos estourar todas as bolhas
que fazem lavagem cerebral na massa
Tudo o que eu posso dizer
é que não importa quem você é
se você consegue acreditar que há algo valioso pra se lutar
A cor de um olho
A glória de uma visão repentina
O bebê nos seus braços
O sorriso que ele sempre lança a você
Acreditar em nada
torna a vida tão chata
Então vamos rezar por algo
para nos sentirmos bem de manhã
Oh doutor
Nós estamos morrendo
Não há razão para chorar
Então viva agora pelo amanhã
e faça o que você tem de fazer.
Composição:
Butch Vig / Duke Erikson / Shirley Manson / Steve Marker · Esse não é o compositor? Nos avise.
Traduzida por edivaldobtu
Traduzida por edivaldobtu
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