My Boy Builds Coffins
My boy builds coffins with hammers and nails
He doesn't build ships, he has no use for sails
He doesn't make tables, dressers or chairs
He can't carve a whistle cause he just doesn't care
My boy builds coffins for the rich and the poor
Kings and queens have all knocked on his door
Beggars and liars, gypsies and thieves
They all come to him, 'cause he's so eager to please
My boy builds coffins, he makes them all day
But it's not just for work and it isn't for play
He's made one for himself
One for me too
One of these days he'll make one for you
For you, for you, for you
My boy builds coffins for better or worse
Some say it's a blessing, some say it's a curse
He fits them together in sunshine or rain
Each one is unique, no two are the same
My boy builds coffins and I think it's a shame
That when each one's been made, he can't see it again
He crafts everyone with love and with care
Then it's thrown in the ground, it just isn't fair
My boy builds coffins, he makes them all day
But it's not just for work and it isn't for play
He's made one for himself
One for me too
One of these days he'll make one for you
For you, for you, for you
Mi chico construye ataúdes
Mi chico construye ataúdes con martillos y clavos
No construye barcos, no usa velas
No hace mesas, tocadores ni sillas
No puede tallar un silbato porque simplemente no le importa
Mi chico construye ataúdes para ricos y pobres
Reyes y reinas han llamado a su puerta
Mendigos y mentirosos, gitanos y ladrones
Todos vienen a él, porque está tan ansioso por complacer
Mi chico construye ataúdes, los hace todo el día
Pero no es solo para trabajar y no es para jugar
Se hizo uno para él
Uno para mi tambien
Uno de estos días te hará uno
Para ti, para ti, para ti
Mi chico construye ataúdes para bien o para mal
Algunos dicen que es una bendición, algunos dicen que es una maldición
Los encaja bajo el sol o la lluvia
Cada uno es único, no hay dos iguales
Mi chico construye ataúdes y creo que es una pena
Que cuando cada uno está hecho, no puede volver a verlo
Él hace a todos con amor y cuidado
Luego se tira al suelo, simplemente no es justo
Mi chico construye ataúdes, los hace todo el día
Pero no es solo para trabajar y no es para jugar
Se hizo uno para él
Uno para mi tambien
Uno de estos días te hará uno
Para ti, para ti, para ti
Composição: Florence Welch / Rob Ackroyd / Christopher Lloyde Hayden