Aching to pupate
Aching to pup-p-p-pate
[repeats 4x]
Pu-pupate, pu pate,
Pu-pate, pu-pupate, pu pa-ate...
I should peddle butterflies
There's a shortage in the city,
I'll stand on the street corner
All myserious and giddy,
When the passers by pass by
I will open up my trenchcoat,
They will see the butterflies
Dangling like fake Rolexes...
Every morning I wake up
With a purpose and a smirk
I'll put on my fake moustache
I'll drink heineken eat cornflakes...
Then I'll call my mum and dad
Tell them that I'm doing fine,
Or I'll write a tipsy letter
To a real good friend of mine,
Or I'll jump upon the bed
Waltzing madly with the broomstick
But before I leave the house
I will paint my lips with lipstick...
But peddling is a dirty sport
There's competition in the city,
Everyone is on a street corner
All mysterious and giddy.
Some are selling bags and shoes,
Some are selling books and gold,
I've been standing here for days
Not one butterfly's been sold...
And how I'm
Aching to pupate
Aching to pup-p-p-pate
[repeats 4x]
Pu-pu-pate, pupate,
Pupate, pu-pu-pate, pu pa-ate.
перевод:
Не терпится стать бабочкой
Не терпится стать бабочкой
[Повтор 4 раза]
Бабочкой, бабочкой
Бабочкой, бабочкой, бабочкой
Вот бы торговать настоящими бабочками!
Ведь в моем городе их так мало!
Я бы стояла на углу улицы,
Таинственная и загадочная,
И когда прохожие проходили бы мимо,
Я бы распахивала плащ
И они видели моих бабочек,
Висящих с внутренней стороны плаща, как фальшивые Ролексы.
Каждое утро я просыпаюсь
С намерением осуществить свой план:
Я бы приклеила искусственную бороду,
Выпила Хеннесси и съела кукурузных хлопьев...
Потом позвонила бы родителям,
Чтобы сказать, что у меня все хорошо,
Или написала бы слезливое письмо
Своим лучшим друзьям.
Или запрыгнула бы на кровать,
Вальсируя со шваброй, как сумасшедшая,
Но прежде чем выйти из дома,
Я обязательно накрасила бы губы красной помадой....
Но торговать бабочками - это сложная работа
В городе ужасная конкуренция.
Каждый, кто стоит на углу, как и я,
Такой же таинственный и привлекательный.
Кто-то торгует сумками и обувью,
Некоторые успешно продают книги и золото,
А я стою здесь целыми днями,
Не продав еще ни одной бабочки....
И мне просто
Не терпится стать бабочкой
Не терпится стать бабочкой
[Повтор 4 раза]
Бабочкой, бабочкой
Бабочкой, бабочкой, бабочкой
Aching to pupate дословно - жажду окуклиться Aching to pupate
Aching to pup-p-p-pate
[Repeats 4x]
Pu-pupate, pu pate,
Pu-pate, pu-pupate, pu pa-ate ...
I should peddle butterflies
There's a shortage in the city,
I'll stand on the street corner
All myserious and giddy,
When the passers by pass by
I will open up my trenchcoat,
They will see the butterflies
Dangling like fake Rolexes ...
Every morning I wake up
With a purpose and a smirk
I'll put on my fake moustache
I'll drink heineken eat cornflakes ...
Then I'll call my mum and dad
Tell them that I'm doing fine,
Or I'll write a tipsy letter
To a real good friend of mine,
Or I'll jump upon the bed
Waltzing madly with the broomstick
But before I leave the house
I will paint my lips with lipstick ...
But peddling is a dirty sport
There's competition in the city,
Everyone is on a street corner
All mysterious and giddy.
Some are selling bags and shoes,
Some are selling books and gold,
I've been standing here for days
Not one butterfly's been sold ...
And how I'm
Aching to pupate
Aching to pup-p-p-pate
[Repeats 4x]
Pu-pu-pate, pupate,
Pupate, pu-pu-pate, pu pa-ate.
Translation:
Can not wait to become a butterfly
Can not wait to become a butterfly
[Repeat 4 times]
Butterfly, butterfly
Butterfly, butterfly, butterfly
That would be to trade real butterflies!
After all, in my town are so few!
I have stood on the street corner,
Mysterious and enigmatic,
And when passers-by would pass by,
I would swing open cloak
And they saw my butterflies,
Hanging on the inside of the cloak as fake Rolex.
Every morning I wake up
With the intention to carry out his plan:
I have pasted an artificial beard,
Hennessy drank and ate cornflakes ...
Then he called to his parents,
To say that I'm good,
Or would have written a letter tearful
His best friends.
Or have jumped on the bed,
Waltzing with a mop like crazy,
But before we leave the house,
I would certainly has made up her lips red lipstick ....
But trade butterflies - it's hard work
The city has a terrible competition.
Everyone who is on the corner, as I do,
The same mysterious and attractive.
Someone sells bags and shoes,
Some successfully sell books and gold
And I stand here all day,
Do not sell even a single butterfly ....
And I just
Can not wait to become a butterfly
Can not wait to become a butterfly
[Repeat 4 times]
Butterfly, butterfly
Butterfly, butterfly, butterfly
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