Portobello Road Letra Traducción al Español

Getting hung up all day on smiles
Walking down Portobello Road for miles
Greeting strangers in Indian boots
Yellow ties and old brown suits
Growing old is my only dan - ger
Part B.
Cuckoo clocks and plastic socks
Lampshades of old antique leather
Nothing looks weird, not even a beard
Or the boots made out of feathers
I keep walking miles
'til I feel a broom beneath my feet
Or the hawking eyes
Of an old stuffed bull across the street
Nothing's the same if you see it again
It'll be broken down to litter
Oh and the clothes everyone knows
That that dress will never fit her
Part C.
(whistling...)
(...whistling...)
(...more whistling)
(all strummed downward quickly)
Repeat parts A and B and then part A again with the last line:
Growing old is my only dan - ger
Outro (while whistling)