Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sofro de Juventude, artist - Tom Zé. Album song Brazil 5 - The Return of Tom Zé: The Hips of Tradition, in the genre Музыка мира
Date of issue: 31.12.1991
Record label: LUAKA BOP
Song language: Portuguese
Sofro de Juventude(original) |
Aaaaaaah |
Eu sofro de juventude |
Essa coisa maldita |
Que quando tá quase pronta |
Desmorona e se frita |
Negar a boca do pai |
Para eu mesmo descobrir |
Desesperar-me de medo |
Perante cada segredo |
O meu pai, o diretor |
E o doutor juiz |
(Juiz, juiz, juiz) |
Me jogaram no fosso |
De onde eu ouço |
(Ouço ouço ouço) |
Em doçuras e torturas |
Em pleno gozo |
(Gozo) |
O urubu que no seu pouso |
Me prepara, me separa do caroço |
(Osso osso osso) |
E me veste |
Com a peste |
Para a festa do colosso, do colosso |
(Do colosso, do colosso |
Do colosso, do colosso, ô, ô) |
Aaaaaaah |
Eu sofro de juventude |
Essa coisa maldita |
Que quando tá quase pronta |
Desmorona e se frita |
Negar a boca do pai |
Para eu mesmo descobrir |
Desesperar-me de medo |
Perante cada segredo |
O meu pai, o diretor |
E o doutor juiz |
(Juiz, juiz, juiz) |
Me jogaram no fosso |
De onde eu ouço |
(Ouço ouço ouço) |
Em doçuras e torturas |
Em pleno gozo |
(Gozo) |
O urubu que no seu pouso |
Me prepara, me separa do caroço |
(Osso osso osso) |
E me veste |
Com a peste |
Para a festa do colosso, do colosso |
(Do colosso, do colosso |
Do colosso, do colosso, ô, ô) |
(translation) |
aaaaaaah |
I suffer from youth |
this damn thing |
That when it's almost ready |
It crumbles and is fried |
Deny the father's mouth |
For me to discover |
despair of fear |
Faced with every secret |
My father, the director |
And the judge doctor |
(Judge, judge, judge) |
They threw me in the pit |
Where I hear it from |
(I hear hear hear) |
In sweets and tortures |
In full enjoyment |
(Enjoyment) |
The vulture that on its landing |
Prepares me, separates me from the core |
(bone bone bone) |
And dress me |
with the plague |
For the party of the colossus, of the colosso |
(From colossus, from colossus |
From colossus, from colossus, oh, oh) |
aaaaaaah |
I suffer from youth |
this damn thing |
That when it's almost ready |
It crumbles and is fried |
Deny the father's mouth |
For me to discover |
despair of fear |
Faced with every secret |
My father, the director |
And the judge doctor |
(Judge, judge, judge) |
They threw me in the pit |
Where I hear it from |
(I hear hear hear) |
In sweets and tortures |
In full enjoyment |
(Enjoyment) |
The vulture that on its landing |
Prepares me, separates me from the core |
(bone bone bone) |
And dress me |
with the plague |
For the party of the colossus, of the colosso |
(From colossus, from colossus |
From colossus, from colossus, oh, oh) |