Song | From Hell To Paradise |
Artist | The Mavericks |
Album | Gold |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Malo | |
(Raul Malo) | |
For thirty years they sang the | |
song of promised victory | |
But who they've fought and who has won | |
Didn't matter much to me | |
I see them driving down the streets | |
In their fancy shiny cars | |
Crowds of people to their feet | |
Their faces full of scars | |
No pleasantries, no luxuries | |
No little children's milk | |
While minister's wives spent | |
all their lives | |
In China's finest silk | |
My back's been broken many times | |
But my spirit lingers on | |
The day it comes my way on | |
freedom's ship | |
I will be gone | |
Chorus | |
From hell to paradise | |
I'll always pay the price | |
From hell to paradise | |
I'll always pay the price | |
This ninety mile trip | |
has taken thirty years to make | |
They tried to keep | |
forever what was never theirs to take | |
I cursed and scratched the devil's hand | |
As he stood in front of me | |
One last drag from his big cigar | |
And he finally set me free | |
Repeat chorus twice | |
Con ojos tiernos algun dia te mirare | |
Con brases abiertos algun dia abrasare | |
Hay mi Havana cuando pueda regresare | |
Translation: | |
With tender eyes someday I'll look at you | |
With open arms someday I'll embrace you | |
My old Havana someday I will return |
zuo ci : Malo | |
Raul Malo | |
For thirty years they sang the | |
song of promised victory | |
But who they' ve fought and who has won | |
Didn' t matter much to me | |
I see them driving down the streets | |
In their fancy shiny cars | |
Crowds of people to their feet | |
Their faces full of scars | |
No pleasantries, no luxuries | |
No little children' s milk | |
While minister' s wives spent | |
all their lives | |
In China' s finest silk | |
My back' s been broken many times | |
But my spirit lingers on | |
The day it comes my way on | |
freedom' s ship | |
I will be gone | |
Chorus | |
From hell to paradise | |
I' ll always pay the price | |
From hell to paradise | |
I' ll always pay the price | |
This ninety mile trip | |
has taken thirty years to make | |
They tried to keep | |
forever what was never theirs to take | |
I cursed and scratched the devil' s hand | |
As he stood in front of me | |
One last drag from his big cigar | |
And he finally set me free | |
Repeat chorus twice | |
Con ojos tiernos algun dia te mirare | |
Con brases abiertos algun dia abrasare | |
Hay mi Havana cuando pueda regresare | |
Translation: | |
With tender eyes someday I' ll look at you | |
With open arms someday I' ll embrace you | |
My old Havana someday I will return |
zuò cí : Malo | |
Raul Malo | |
For thirty years they sang the | |
song of promised victory | |
But who they' ve fought and who has won | |
Didn' t matter much to me | |
I see them driving down the streets | |
In their fancy shiny cars | |
Crowds of people to their feet | |
Their faces full of scars | |
No pleasantries, no luxuries | |
No little children' s milk | |
While minister' s wives spent | |
all their lives | |
In China' s finest silk | |
My back' s been broken many times | |
But my spirit lingers on | |
The day it comes my way on | |
freedom' s ship | |
I will be gone | |
Chorus | |
From hell to paradise | |
I' ll always pay the price | |
From hell to paradise | |
I' ll always pay the price | |
This ninety mile trip | |
has taken thirty years to make | |
They tried to keep | |
forever what was never theirs to take | |
I cursed and scratched the devil' s hand | |
As he stood in front of me | |
One last drag from his big cigar | |
And he finally set me free | |
Repeat chorus twice | |
Con ojos tiernos algun dia te mirare | |
Con brases abiertos algun dia abrasare | |
Hay mi Havana cuando pueda regresare | |
Translation: | |
With tender eyes someday I' ll look at you | |
With open arms someday I' ll embrace you | |
My old Havana someday I will return |