Letra 'Budapest' de 'Jethro Tull' traducida al español

I think she was a middle-distance runner...
(the translation wasnand't clear).
could be a budding stately hero.
international competition in a year.
she was a good enough reason for a party...
(well, you couldnand't keep up on a hard track mile)
while she ran a perfect circle.
and she wore a perfect smile
in budapest... hot night in budapest.
We had to cozzy up in the old gymnasium...
dusting off the mandolins and checking on the gear.
she was helping out at the back-stage...
stopping hearts and chilling beer.
yes, and her legs went on for ever.
like staring up at infinity
through a wisp of cotton panty
along a skin of satin sea.
hot night in budapest.
You could cut the heat, peel it back with the wrong side of a knife.
feel it blowing from the sidefills. feel like you were playing for your life
(if not the money).
hot night in budapest.
She bent down to fill the ice box
and stuffed some more warm white wine in
like some weird unearthly vision
wearing only t-shirt, pants and skin.
you know, it rippled, just a hint of muscle.
but the boys and me were heading west
so we left her to the late crew
and a hot night in budapest.
it was a hot night in budapest.
She didnand't speak much english language...
(she didnand't speak much anyway).
she wouldnand't make love, but she could make good sandwich
and she poured sweet wine before we played.
Hey, budapest, cha, cha, cha. letand's watch her now.
I thought i saw her at the late night restaurant.
she would have sent blue shivers down the wall.
but she didnand't grace our table.
in fact, she wasnand't there at all.
yes, and her legs went on forever.
like staring up at infinity.
her heart was spinning to the west-lands
and she didnand't care to be
that night in budapest.
hot night in budapest.

Creo que era un corredor de media distancia ...
(La traducción wasnand't claro).
podía ser un héroe señorial en ciernes.
competencia internacional en un año.
era una razón suficiente para una fiesta ...
(Bueno, couldnand't mantenerse al tanto de una milla de la pista dura)
mientras ella corría un círculo perfecto.
y llevaba una sonrisa perfecta
en Budapest ... noche caliente en Budapest.
Tuvimos que cozzy en el viejo gimnasio ...
desempolvando las mandolinas y el control sobre la marcha.
ella estaba ayudando en la parte posterior etapa ...
detener el corazón y el enfriamiento de cerveza.
sí, y sus piernas se fue para siempre.
como mirando al infinito
a través de un mechón de algodón panty
a lo largo de la piel del mar de satén.
noche caliente en Budapest.
Usted puede cortar el calor, la cáscara de nuevo con el lado equivocado de un cuchillo.
siento que soplan desde el sidefills. sentir como si fueras de juego para su vida
(Si no el dinero).
noche caliente en Budapest.
Ella se agachó para llenar la nevera
y rellenos de un poco de vino blanco más cálido en
como una visión sobrenatural raro
sólo llevaba camiseta, pantalón y la piel.
usted sabe, es ondulada, un toque de músculo.
pero los chicos y yo se dirigía hacia el oeste
por lo que l

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