Long Live The Queen
I was sipping on a Whiskey when I got the call
Yeah my friend Lex was lying in the hospital
She'd been pretty sick for about half a year
But it seems liked this time the end was drawing near
So dropped my plans and jumped the next London train
I found her laid up and in a lot of pain
Her eyes met mine and then I understood
That her weather forecast wasn't looking too good
So I sat and spun her stories for a little while
Tried to raise her mood and tried to raise a smile
But she silenced all my rambling with a shake of her head
Drew me close and listen this is what she said now
You'll live to dance another day,
It's just now you'll have to dance, for the two of us,
So stop looking so damn depressed
And sing with all your heart that the Queen is dead
Yeah she told me she was sick of all the hospital food
And of doctors, distant relatives, draining her blood
She said I know I'm dying, but I'm not finished just yet,
I am dying for a drink and for a cigarette
So we hatched a plan to book ourselves a cheap hotel
In the centre of the City and to raise some Hell
They waste to all the clubs and then when everyone else is long asleep
We know we're good and done
You'll live to dance another day,
It's just now you'll have to dance, for the two of us,
So stop looking so damn depressed
And sing with all your heart that the Queen is dead
And South London's not the same anymore
The Queen is dead, and the last of the great has finally gone to bed
Well I was working on some words when Sarah called me up
She said that Lex had gone asleep and wasn't waking up
And even though I knew that there was nothing to be done
I felt bad for not being there and now, well, she was gone
So I tried to think what Lex would want me to do
At times like this when I was feeling blue
So I gathered up some friends to spread the sad sad news
And we headed to the City for a drink or two
And we sang
We live to dance another day,
It's just now we have to dance for one more of us,
So stop looking so damn depressed,
And sing with all our hearts, long live the Queen
¡Viva la Reina
Estaba bebiendo un whisky, cuando recibí la llamada
Sí, mi amigo Lex estaba en el hospital
Ella había estado muy enfermo durante medio año
Pero parece que ha gustado en esta ocasión el final se acercaba
Así que bajé los planes y saltó al siguiente tren de Londres
La encontré en cama y en un montón de dolor
Sus ojos se encontraron con los míos y entonces comprendí
Que su pronóstico del tiempo no estaba mirando demasiado bueno
Así que me senté y giró sus historias por un rato
Trató de levantar su estado de ánimo y trató de levantar una sonrisa
Pero ella silenció todas mis divagaciones con un movimiento de la cabeza
Me acercó y escuchar esto es lo que dijo que ahora
Usted va a vivir a bailar un día,
Es sólo ahora que tendrá que bailar, para los dos de nosotros,
Así que dejar de mirar tan condenadamente deprimido
Y cantar con todo tu corazón, que la reina ha muerto
Sí, ella me dijo que estaba harto de toda la comida del hospital
Y de los médicos, parientes lejanos, drenando su sangre
Ella dijo que yo sé que me estoy muriendo, pero no he terminado todavía,
Me muero por una bebida y un cigarrillo
Así que idearon un plan para nosotros reservar un hotel barato
En el centro de la ciudad y para levantar un poco el infierno
Pierden a todos los clubes y
Ayúdanos a mejorar, si encuentras errores ¡Envíanos tu corrección!
