Típicos Lyrics – Ivo Rodrigues
Singer: Ivo Rodrigues
Title: Típicos
Os tipos da cidade andam soltos feito barco a vela
Tem uns que pedem piedade, outros que se fecham com tramela
Há o tipo gesso que é certinho, arrumadinho
Bom salário e bom patrão
O outro, o geleia, molinho, derretido
E vive a odisseia de morrer na solidão
Tem ainda os destrambelhados
Maltrapilhos, mal-arrematados
Invariavelmente são cheios de sequelas
E vivem mesmo pela contramão
Alguém que fala sozinho pelos caminhos
Nem lembra se existe ou existe a tal janela
E celebra a suprema escuridão
Passam fome, sentem frio
Sofrem de desmaios e arrepios
Sem falar na frequência que frequenta a certeza do banquete do seu dia a dia
Melhor eu nem olhar pro alto
Que essa gente maltratada pela vida
É tão jovem, tem suficiente idade
Pra morrer de tédio pelas ruas da cidade
Sem direito ao sorriso ou ao juízo
Cheiram cola e sempre que possível
Vende o coração à prestação aos hospitais-escola
Tudo que teriam ao nascer
Era um lugar ao sol
E já existem muitos deles
Eternizados
Num escuro tanque
De formol
Yeah
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Típicos – English Translation
City types walk loose made sailing boat
There are one that asks for pity, others that close with Tramela
There is the type plaster that is right, tidy
Good salary and good boss
The other, the jelly, cholinho, melted
And lives the odyssey of dying in solitude
There are still the destroyed
Riotraples, evil
Invariably are filled with sequels
And live even against
Someone who speaks alone for the ways
Does not remember if there is or there is
And celebrate the supreme darkness
Hunger, feel cold
Suffer from fainting and chills
Not to mention the frequency that frequents the certainty of the banquet of your day to day
I better not look at it
That these people mistreated by life
It’s so young, it’s enough.
To die of boredom through the streets of the city
Without the right to smile or to the judgment
Smell glue and whenever possible
Sells the Heart to Providing Hospitals-School
Everything they would have at birth
It was a place in the sun
And there are already many of them
Eternalized
In a dark tank
Formal
Yeah
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Lyrics Ivo Rodrigues – Típicos
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