Black Rebel Motorcycle Club — Six Barrel Shotgun tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
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Tekst piosenki
I kill you all with a 6-barrel shotgun
I kill you all but I need you so I tear my finger from the trigger baby
I tear my fingers 'cause I’m feeling low and son
Son Sunday’s sun never shone on me Son Sunday’s sun never shone on me You got it bad nothing san save you
Don’t look back you gotta a lot of nerve to Break your word and throw it away
You’d give your soul but it’s just too little too late
I kill myself with a 6-barrel shotgun
I kill you all but I need you so I tear my finger from the trigger baby
I tear my fingers 'cause I’m feeling low and son
Son Sunday’s sun never shone on me Son Sunday’s sun never shone on me It’s in your skin moving too quickly
Shut your eyes or they’ll show you no mercy
It’s in your love but it don’t make it right
It’s not my time still I’ve got to be brave
We’ve shaken hands and the criminals won
I never liked it but I’m carryin' on To the end with an empty grin
You come when I say, you come when I say
Son Sunday’s sun never shone on me Son Sunday’s sun never shone on me You lose your tongue but you know you’ll never need it Hush your head I don’t wanna remind you
You held my hand when you couldn’t take the pressure
Save yourself 'cause I need some simulation baby
We’ve shaken hands and the criminals won
I never liked it but I’m carryin' on You never liked it till the killin' was done
You come when I say, you come when I say run
I kill you all with a 6-barrel shotgun
I kill you all but I need you so I tear my finger from the trigger baby
I tear my fingers 'cause I’m feeling low and son
Son Sunday’s sun never shone on me Son Sunday’s sun never shone on me Never shone on me
I never liked it but I’m carryin' on You never liked it till the killin' was done
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Zabiję was wszystkich 6-lufową strzelbą.
I kill you all but I need you so I tear my finger from the trigger baby
I tear my fingers 'cause I' m feeling low and son
Son Sunday 's sun never shone on me son Sunday' s sun never shone on me you got it bad nothing San save you
Nie oglądaj się za siebie. musisz mieć tupet, żeby złamać słowo i je odrzucić.
Oddałbyś swoją duszę, ale jest za mało, za późno.
Zabiję się 6-lufową strzelbą.
I kill you all but I need you so I tear my finger from the trigger baby
I tear my fingers 'cause I' m feeling low and son
Son Sunday 's sun never shone on me son Sunday' s sun never shone on me it ' s in your skin moving too quickly
Zamknij oczy albo nie okażą Ci litości
It 's in your love but it don' t make it right
To jeszcze nie mój czas. muszę być dzielny.
Uścisnęliśmy sobie dłonie i przestępcy wygrali.
Nigdy mi się to nie podobało, ale do samego końca z pustym uśmiechem.
You come when I say, you come when I say
Son Sunday 's sun never shone on me son Sunday' s sun never shone on me you lose your tongue but you know you 'll never need it Hush your head I don' t wanna remind you
Trzymałeś mnie za rękę, kiedy nie mogłeś znieść presji.
Save yourself ' cause I need some simulation baby
Uścisnęliśmy sobie dłonie i przestępcy wygrali.
I never liked it but I 'm carryin' on You never liked it till the killin ' was done
"You come when I say, you come when I say run"
Zabiję was wszystkich 6-lufową strzelbą.
I kill you all but I need you so I tear my finger from the trigger baby
I tear my fingers 'cause I' m feeling low and son
Son Sunday 's sun never shone on me son Sunday' s sun never shone on me Never shone on me
I never liked it but I 'm carryin' on You never liked it till the killin ' was done