
João Couto – Boa Sorte Lyrics
Artist: João Couto
Song: Boa Sorte
Boa sorte, dizes tu
E eu sou tão cismado
Que nem saí deste lugar
Quero dar motivo ao caos
E abro o guarda-chuva
Na minha sala de estar
Parto o espelho
Entorno sal
E há mais um dia p’ra enfrentar
Fujo à sorte a sete pés
Porque esta apatia
Pesa menos que falhar
Pus-me a calcular o preço
Da sinceridade
E não estou pronto para o pagar
Parto o espelho
Entorno o sal
Sento 13 para jantar
Tenho um gato preto à porta
E hoje eu digo que
Morro de ciúmes
Já virou costume
É fácil levantar
Mas mais é sabotar-me
E morro de ciúmes
Faço o que é costume
Desisto ao chegar
E culpo no azar
Parto o espelho
Entorno o sal
Sento 13 para jantar
Tenho um gato preto à porta
E outro dia para enfrentar
Boa sorte dizes-me
E lavo as minhas mãos
Carrego a superstição
Se faltar-me a folha ao trevo
Eu convenço-me que
Não sou quem prende os meus pés ao chão
Parto o espelho
Entorno o sal
E hoje em dia
Morro de ciúmes
Já virou costume
É fácil levantar
Mas mais é sabotar-me
E morro de ciúmes
Faço o que é costume
Desisto ao chegar
E culpo no azar
Parto o espelho
Entorno o sal
Sento 13 para jantar
Tenho um gato preto à porta
E outro dia para enfrentar
Entre a espada e a parede
Eu ganho estofo
E ainda me hei de consertar
Entre a espada e a parede
Entre a espada e a parede
Morro de ciúmes
Já virou costume
É fácil levantar
Mas mais é sabotar-me
E morro de ciúmes
Faço o que é costume
Desisto ao chegar
E culpo no azar
Parto o espelho
Entorno o sal
Sento 13 para jantar
Tenho um gato preto à porta
E outro dia para enfrentar
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Oran Byrne – The Mistress
Boa Sorte Lyrics – English Translation
Good luck, you say you
And I’m so thought
Whereas I did not leave this place
I want to give chaos
And I open the umbrella
In my living room
Delivery the mirror
Salt
And there’s another day to face
Furge to Seven Feet
Because this apathy
Weighs less than fails
I put to calculate the price
Sincerity
And I’m not ready to pay
Delivery the mirror
Salt
Sent 13 for dinner
I have a black cat at the door.
And today I say that
Jealous
Has already become custom
It’s easy to raise
But more is to sabotage me
And hill of jealousy
I do what is usual
I give up on arrival
And blame on chance
Delivery the mirror
Salt
Sent 13 for dinner
I have a black cat at the door.
And the other day to face
Good luck, you say.
And I wash my hands
I carry superstition
If you miss the sheet to clover
I convince myself that
I’m not who holds my feet to the floor.
Delivery the mirror
Salt
And nowadays
Jealous
Has already become custom
It’s easy to raise
But more is to sabotage me
And hill of jealousy
I do what is usual
I give up on arrival
And blame on chance
Delivery the mirror
Salt
Sent 13 for dinner
I have a black cat at the door.
And the other day to face
Between the sword and the wall
I gain upstaff
And I’ll still fix myself
Between the sword and the wall
Between the sword and the wall
Jealous
Has already become custom
It’s easy to raise
But more is to sabotage me
And hill of jealousy
I do what is usual
I give up on arrival
And blame on chance
Delivery the mirror
Salt
Sent 13 for dinner
I have a black cat at the door.
And the other day to face
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João Couto Lyrics – Boa Sorte
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From the album:
Boa Sorte
Release Year: 2021