Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Nostalgia, artist - Phoenix Rdc
Date of issue: 06.09.2017
Song language: Portuguese
Nostalgia(original) |
Life is good when you accept it like it is |
Today I’m good, no need to bleed |
Life is good when you accept it like it is |
Today I’m good, no need to bleed |
Vou-vos contar quando era puto |
Juro eu era um puto irrequieto |
Um puto sonso um caçula do daddy |
Sempre fui um puto discreto e adorado pelas cotas do prédio |
Eu era um diabinho e não tinha remédio |
Armado em santinho, bué sério |
Mas o cota tirava a pinta levava com a fivela do cinto |
E muitas vezes com uma cena de ferro |
Com nove anos queria clima |
Nem pintelhos tinha mas pensava em vagina |
O meu melhor brinquedo era a prima |
A dica era mamã e papá e eu ficava por cima |
O velho não aguentava com a peste |
Eu era o stress em pessoa |
Comprou-me o bilhete p’ra Lisboa |
Há males que vêm por bem |
Quem me dera que todo o mal fosse esse que um gajo abençoa |
Life is good when you accept it like it is |
Today I’m good, no need to bleed |
Life is good when you accept it like it is |
Today I’m good, no need to bleed |
Life is good when you accept it like it is |
Today I’m good, no need to bleed |
Life is good when you accept it like it is |
Today I’m good, no need to bleed |
O mini preço era a segunda casa, a minha segunda despensa |
Como é que dizem que o crime não compensa se |
Naquela altura era bar aberto |
Não havia segurança e um gajo era discreto |
Tive uma boa educação mas nunca tive respeito por ninguém |
E os putos lá na escola davam jeito com o dinheiro |
Fazia dos betos mealheiro |
'Tás a ver o Zé Piqueno não era nada |
Eu era mais escangaçeiro |
Até que fui expulso |
Fui bulir na obra em Coruche |
Dois anos depois fui à procura dum curso |
P’ra me dar equivalência e uma beca de luxo |
Com 18 tirei a carta tirei os três de alguém tipo nada |
Com 24 sai de casa |
Porque as mães dos meus filhos 'tavam grávidas |
Traz o passado traz tudo rever o passado é ser cool |
Tu tens as tools marcadas como tattoos |
Não há cá tabus (tudo 'tá good) |
E é nostálgico voltar ao parto ver o cordão umbilical |
Antes que os teus olhos fechem, goodbye |
Aluguei um cúbico |
No armazém fazia picking |
Tinha que dar o litro quem não fizesse horas dava um bico |
Tinha bué contas p’ra pagar a casa, infantário e carro |
Contas superiores ao meu salário |
Na street life eu tinha que me orientar |
Só dessa forma que eu me pude safar |
Life is good when you accept it like it is |
Today I’m good, no need to bleed |
Life is good when you accept it like it is |
Today I’m good, no need to bleed |
Life is good when you accept it like it is |
(translation) |
Life is good when you accept it like it is |
Today I'm good, no need to bleed |
Life is good when you accept it like it is |
Today I'm good, no need to bleed |
I'll tell you when I was a kid |
I swear I was a restless kid |
A sly kid, the youngest of daddy |
I've always been a discreet kid and adored by the quotas of the building |
I was a little devil and I had no medicine |
Armed in santinho, serious bad |
But the quote took off the paint it took with the belt buckle |
And often with an iron scene |
At the age of nine, I wanted weather |
I didn't even have tweezers but I thought about vagina |
My best toy was my cousin |
The tip was mom and dad and I was on top |
The old man couldn't handle the plague |
I was stress in person |
He bought me the ticket to Lisbon |
There are evils that come for good |
I wish all the evil was the one that a guy blesses |
Life is good when you accept it like it is |
Today I'm good, no need to bleed |
Life is good when you accept it like it is |
Today I'm good, no need to bleed |
Life is good when you accept it like it is |
Today I'm good, no need to bleed |
Life is good when you accept it like it is |
Today I'm good, no need to bleed |
The mini price was second home, my second pantry |
How do they say that crime does not pay if |
At that time it was an open bar |
There was no security and a guy was discreet |
I had a good upbringing but I never had respect for anyone |
And the kids at school were handy with the money |
Made the piggy bank betos |
'Can you see Zé Piqueno was nothing |
I was more of a scoundrel |
until i got kicked out |
I went to work at the works in Coruche |
Two years later I went looking for a course |
To give me equivalence and a luxury gown |
At 18 I took the card, I took the three from someone like nothing |
At 24 leaves home |
Because my children's mothers were pregnant |
Brings back the past brings everything to review the past is to be cool |
You have tools marked as tattoos |
There are no taboos here (everything is ok) |
And it's nostalgic to go back to birth to see the umbilical cord |
Before your eyes close, goodbye |
I rented a cubic |
In the warehouse, I was picking |
I had to give the liter who didn't work hours would give |
There were a lot of bills to pay for the house, kindergarten and car |
Accounts greater than my salary |
In street life I had to orient myself |
That's the only way I could get away |
Life is good when you accept it like it is |
Today I'm good, no need to bleed |
Life is good when you accept it like it is |
Today I'm good, no need to bleed |
Life is good when you accept it like it is |