Este es mi cantar [My Lullaby] (European Spanish) (превод на Английски)

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Este es mi cantar [My Lullaby] (European Spanish)

Duerme dulce Kovu
Sueña y dime que
Cuando crezcas mi león
Tú serás el rey
 
Siempre he sido perseguida
Desterrada y sola estoy
Si me acuerdo de aquel bruto
Sé que una fiera soy
 
Pero un sueño me permite
Animarme y no llorar
Y me hace ser gatita
Y me ayuda a descansar
 
Es ver a Simba agonizar
Su princesa apresar
Y a sus leonas oír gritar
Este es mi cantar
 
He intentado ya olvidarlo
Y al perdón hay que acudir
Pero existe un problemilla
Nos les quiero ver vivir
 
¿Cuentas con algún amigo
Para a Simba abatir?
Yo preparo mis batallas
Para el gran final feliz
 
Es musica oír aullar
Es bálsamo romper luchar
Es mágico me va a encantar
No me han de domar
 
Scar no esta, mas Zira sigue aquí
Cuidando este chaval
Hasta que su alma lleve
El instinto para el mal
 
Duermete termita
Digo mi prenda de carey
Cuando crezcas picarón
Vas ha ser el rey
 
La tierra toca ya el tambor
Ya ruge con su rencor
 
La gran venganza
Va a triunfar
 
Oiga los clamores
Kovu va a ganar
 
Basta ya opresores
Es hora de luchar
Ei cielo va a llorar
Este es mi cantar
 
Пуснато от TheLionKingOSTTheLionKingOST в Съб, 09/06/2018 - 00:19
Последно редактирано от lazydaisylazydaisy на Пон, 18/02/2019 - 20:58
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This Is My Singing

Sleep, sweet Kovu
Dream and tell me that
When you grow up, my lion
You will be the king
 
I have always been persecuted
I'm exiled and alone
If I think in that brute
I know I'm a beast
 
But a dream lets me
Cheer up and not cry
And it makes me be a kitten
And it helps me rest
 
It's about seeing Simba agonize
To capture his princess
And hear his lionesses scream
This is my singing
 
I've already tried to forget
And we must turn to forgiveness
But there's a little problem
I don't want to see them live
 
Do you count with any friend
To defeat Simba?
I prepare my own battles
For the great happy ending
 
It's music to hear howling
It's a relief to break, to fight
It's magical, and I'll love it
I shall not be tamed
 
Scar is gone, but Zira is still here
Raising this kid
Until his soul carries
The instinct for evil
 
Sleep, termite
I mean, my precious dainty gift
When you grow up, little rascal
You will be the king
 
The earth already pounds the drum
It already roars with its rancor
 
The great revenge
Will triumph
 
Listen to the clamor
Kovu is going win
 
Stop, oppressors
It's time to fight
The sky is going to cry
This is my singing
 
Пуснато от Ança GarçaAnça Garça в Пон, 18/02/2019 - 19:55
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