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Silver Palomino

Palomino Prateado

(A mother dies leaving her young son (A mother dies leaving her young son (A mãe morreu deixando seu jovem filho To come to terms with the loss. To come to terms with the loss. Entrar em acordo com a perda. In remembrance of Fiona Chappel, In remembrance of Fiona Chappel, Em memória de Fiona Chappel, For her sons Tyler and Oliver.) For her sons Tyler and Oliver.) Por seus filhos Tyler e Oliver.) I was barely 13 years old I was barely 13 years old Eu tinha apenas 13 anos She came out of the Guadalupe's on a night so cold She came out of the Guadalupe's on a night so cold Quando ela veio de Guadalupe numa noite tão fria Her coat was frosted diamonds in the sallow moon's glow Her coat was frosted diamonds in the sallow moon's glow Seu cabelo parecia diamante que brilhava com a geada da lua pálida My silver palomino My silver palomino Meu palomino prateado Sixteen hands from her withers to the ground Sixteen hands from her withers to the ground Dezesseis polegadas do chão à cruz I lie in bed and listen to the sound I lie in bed and listen to the sound Deitado da cama eu escuto o som Of the west Texas thunder roll Of the west Texas thunder roll Dos trovões no oeste do Texas My silver palomino My silver palomino Meu palomino prateado I track her into the mountains she loved I track her into the mountains she loved Sigo seu rasto até as montanhas que amava Watch her from the rocks above Watch her from the rocks above Vejo por cima das pedras She'd dip her neck and drink from the winter flows She'd dip her neck and drink from the winter flows Ela baixava o pescoço e bebia dos fluxos do inverno My silver palomino My silver palomino Meu palomino prateado Our mustaneros were the very best, sir Our mustaneros were the very best, sir Nosso mustaneros era o melhor, senhor. But they could never lay a rope on her But they could never lay a rope on her Mas eles nunca jogaram uma corda em seu pescoço No corral will ever hold No corral will ever hold Nenhum curral o segurará The silver palomino The silver palomino Meu palomino prateado In my dreams bareback I ride In my dreams bareback I ride Em meus sonhos eu monto nela pelo cabelo Over the pradera low and wide Over the pradera low and wide Nas largas pradarias As the wind sweeps out the draw As the wind sweeps out the draw O vento arrasta a poeira 'Cross the scrub desert floor 'Cross the scrub desert floor Cruzando o chão do deserto de arbusto I'd give my riata and spurs I'd give my riata and spurs Eu daria minha corda e minhas esporas If I could be forever yours If I could be forever yours Se eu pudesse ser sempre seu I'd ride into the serrania where no one goes I'd ride into the serrania where no one goes Montaria até a Serra aonde ninguém vai For my silver palomino For my silver palomino Por meu palomino prateado Summer drought come hard that year Summer drought come hard that year A seca de verão foi muito dura aquele ano Our herd grazed the land so bare Our herd grazed the land so bare Nosso rebanho ao pastar deixa a terra tão nua Me and my dad had to blowtorch the thorns off the prickly pear Me and my dad had to blowtorch the thorns off the prickly pear Meu pai e eu tivemos que queimar com soplete as espinhas das chumberas And mother, your hand slipped from my hair And mother, your hand slipped from my hair E minha mãe, alisando minha cabeça. Tonight I wake early the sky is pearl, the stars aglow Tonight I wake early the sky is pearl, the stars aglow Esta noite acordo cedo, o céu é perola, as estrelas incandescentes. I saddle up my red roan I saddle up my red roan Eu ponho a sela no meu cavalo vermelho I ride deep into the mountains along a ridge of pale stone I ride deep into the mountains along a ridge of pale stone Eu monto pelas montanhas ao longo de um cume de pedra pálida Where the air is still with the coming snow Where the air is still with the coming snow Onde o ar esta calmo pela neve que cai As I rise higher I can smell your hair As I rise higher I can smell your hair Eu subo mais alto onde eu posso cheirar seu cabelo The scent of your skin, mother, fills the air The scent of your skin, mother, fills the air O cheiro de sua pele, mãe, enche o ar. 'Midst the harsh scrub pine that grows 'Midst the harsh scrub pine that grows Entre o arbusto severo cresce a ansiedade I watch the silver palomino I watch the silver palomino Eu vejo o palomino prateado

Composição: Bruce Springsteen





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