a-ha — Scoundrel Days tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
Strona zawiera teksty i polskie tłumaczenie piosenki "Scoundrel Days", wykonawca: a-ha.
Tekst piosenki
Was that somebody screaming?
It wasn’t me for sure
I lift my head up from uneasy pillows
Put my feet on the floor
Cut my wrist on a bad thought
And head for the door
Outside on the pavement
The dark makes no noise
I can feel the sweat on my lips
Leaking into my mouth
I’m heading out for the steep hills
They’re leaving me no choice
And see as our lives are in the making
We believe through the lies and the hating
That love goes free
For want of an option
I run the wind ’round
I dream pictures of houses burning
Never knowing nothing else to do
With death comes the morning
Unannounced and new
Was it too much to ask for
To pull a little weight?
They forgive anything but greatness
These are scoundrel days
And I’m close to calling out their names
As pride hits my face
See as our lives are in the making
We believe through their lies and the hating
That love goes free
Through scoundrel days
I reach the edge of town
I’ve got blood in my hair
Their hands touch my body
From everywhere
But I know that I’ve made it
As I run into the air
And see as our lives are in the making
We believe through the lies and the hating
That love goes free
Through scoundrel days
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Ktoś krzyczał?
To nie byłem ja.
Unoszę głowę z niespokojnych poduszek
Put my feet on the floor
Obetnę sobie nadgarstek na złą myśl.
And head for the door
Outside on the pavement
The dark makes no noise
I can feel the sweat on my lips
/ Align = "left" /
Zmierzam w stronę stromych wzgórz.
Nie pozostawiają mi wyboru.
And see as our lives are in the making
We believe through the lies and the hating
That love goes free
For want of an option
I run the wind ' round
Śnię zdjęcia płonących domów.
Nigdy nie wiedząc nic innego do roboty
Ze śmiercią przychodzi poranek
Niezapowiedziane i nowe
Czy proszę o zbyt wiele?
Żeby trochę przytyć?
Wybaczają wszystko poza wielkością.
"These are scundrel days"
A ja jestem bliski wypowiedzenia ich imion.
As pride hits my face
See as our lives are in the making
Wierzymy przez ich kłamstwa i nienawiść
That love goes free
Through scoundrel days
I reach the edge of town
Mam krew we włosach
Ich ręce dotykają mojego ciała
Zewsząd
But I know that I ' ve made it
As I run into the air
And see as our lives are in the making
We believe through the lies and the hating
That love goes free
Through scoundrel days