Unfortunate Guy

Brendan Benson

Cara infeliz

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This is the sound of the world's smallest violin
I've seen worse than the worst trouble you've been in
You're the greatest sufferer that almost never was born
You've always been the object of ridicule and scorn
You hold the title of champion stepchild
Your father died in prison and your mother ran wild
Maybe you should write a book on pieces of confetti
Coz it makes even Shakespeare's plots seem meaningless and petty
You've had it rough you've made it very clear
That you don't give up you've persevered (no matter how severe)
Please don't go on you're gonna make me cry
You've got to be
The most unfortunate guy
Don't go on you're gonna make us cry
The most unfortunate guy
I've heard some sad luck stories, but yours tops the list
And you lead the race for the world's unluckiest
You wear that crown of thorns and sit upon that throne
You rule a kingdom of despair and you do it all alone
You have our sympathy our deepest regrets
You hold the key, which unlocks misfortune's chest
You're giving us the poor mouth what do you stand to gain
You're soakin up the sun after selling us the rainThis is the sound of the world's smallest violin
I've seen worse than the worst trouble you've been in
You're the greatest sufferer that almost never was born
You've always been the object of ridicule and scorn
You hold the title of champion stepchild
Your father died in prison and your mother ran wild
Maybe you should write a book on pieces of confetti
Coz it makes even Shakespeare's plots seem meaningless and petty
You've had it rough you've made it very clear
That you don't give up you've persevered (no matter how severe)
Please don't go on you're gonna make me cry
You've got to be
The most unfortunate guy
Don't go on you're gonna make us cry
The most unfortunate guy
I've heard some sad luck stories, but yours tops the list
And you lead the race for the world's unluckiest
You wear that crown of thorns and sit upon that throne
You rule a kingdom of despair and you do it all alone
You have our sympathy our deepest regrets
You hold the key, which unlocks misfortune's chest
You're giving us the poor mouth what do you stand to gain
You're soakin up the sun after selling us the rain

Este é o som de um pequeno violino do mundo
Vi o pior dos piores problemas que você já teve
Você é o maior sofredor que quase nunca nasceu
Você sempre foi o alvo do ridículo e desdém
Você mantém o título de enteado querido
Seu pai morreu numa prisão e sua mãe se perdeu
Talvez você pudesse escrever um livro nos pedaços de confete
Porque isso faria até as tramas de Shakespeare parecem sem sentido e insignificantes
Você o teve forte e deixou bem claro
Que não desiste, você se resguarda (não importa o quão severo)
Por favor não vá, vai me fazer chorar
Você teve que ser
O cara mais infeliz
Não vai nos fazer chorar
O cara mais infeliz
Ouvi algumas histórias tristes, mas a suas estão no topo da lista
E você liderou a corrida para os azarados do mundo
Você usa aquela coroa de espinhos e sentou no trono
Você governa um reino de desespero e faz isso sozinho
Tem nossa simpatia e nossos mais profundos arrependimentos
Você segura a chave que abre a caixa trancada de desgraça
Está nos dando a pior fala, que te faz lucrar
Está absorvendo o sol swpois de nos liquidar com chuva