segunda-feira, março 20, 2006

I Won't Grow Up

I won't grow up
I don't wanna go to school
Just to learn to be a puppet
And recite a silly rule

If growing up means it would be
Beneath my dignity to climb a tree
I won't grow up, won't grow up, won't grow up
Not me.

I won't grow up
I don't wanna wear a tie
Or a serious expression
In the middle of July

And if it means that I must prepare
To shoulder burdens with a worried air
I'll never grow up, won't grow up, never grow up
So there

Never gonna be a man
I won't!
Like to see somebody try
And make me!
Anyone who wants to try
And make me turn into a man
Catch me if you can

I won't grow up
I don't wanna wear a tie
Or a serious expression
To try to act just like a guy

'Cause growing up's awfuller than
All of the awful things that's ever been
I won't grow up, won't grow up, won't grow up
Again

Growing up's awfuller than
All of the awful thing that's ever been
I won't grow up, never grow up, won't grow up
Again.
Not me.
Not I.


Ricky Lee Jones

2 comentários:

Anónimo disse...

Hoje ouve-se melhor a brisa que desce até à aldeia... e o tempo, em quieta mansidão, vai passando... qual vento entre as giestas. Desfaz-se em águas de movimentos criadores a que assistem extensos soutos de castanheiros.
A voz de uma estória que alguém lembra, ou os passos repetidos pela vinha... e a pedra, sempre a pedra, que guarda nas suas formas, memórias que a alma acabará por esquecer.

Eu ainda não cresci... nem esqueci:-)
Artur

natalie disse...

é difícil traduzir em palavras todos os lugares e sensações da infância e que parecem estranhamente mais nítidos quanto mais distantes estamos deles... li-te e fiquei com saudades da memória das pedras.