Miss Trudy

I was about 7 when I first started having violin lessons.

One minute she was fine, the next she started throwing her violins across the room.

Miss Trudy, she teaches all the girls to sing

Miss Trudy, she teaches the violin

But when the girls turned into pretty, pretty things she

Dried her eyes and cried.

Miss Trudy, she smashed up all her violins

Miss Trudy, she taught all the girls to sing

And when she cries, she cries for only her

The remains of twenty wooden violins scattered across the floor

And when she cries, she cries only for her

Her teardrops fall on my violin on the floor

Miss Trudy, at least you taught the girls to sing.

Eu tinha uns 7 anos quando comecei a ter aulas de violino.

Um minuto ela estava bem, no outro começou a jogar os violinos pela sala.

Miss Trudy, ela ensina todas as garotas a cantar

Miss Trudy, ela ensina o violino

Mas quando as garotas viraram coisas lindas, lindas, ela

Secou os olhos e chorou.

Miss Trudy, ela quebrou todos os seus violinos

Miss Trudy, ela ensinou todas as garotas a cantar

E quando ela chora, ela chora só por ela

Os restos de vinte violinos de madeira espalhados pelo chão

E quando ela chora, ela chora só por ela

As lágrimas dela caem no meu violino no chão

Miss Trudy, pelo menos você ensinou as garotas a cantar.