Dispatch — Blood tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
Strona zawiera teksty i polskie tłumaczenie piosenki "Blood", wykonawca: Dispatch.
Tekst piosenki
One old man a ten hour day
And not a dime to spare
Playin' on his pawn shop horn
And breathin' into the air
I’ve got more coal to fire
And another soul to feed
Little old lady left the scene
About an hour ago
Her purse was filled
All her silver unsold
Little old lady had a mouth
But nothing to say
Despite her allegiances
She has found a way
Even a bling squirrel needs a nut yea
Do rebut that
And if you open up your mouth
You better shut that
It’s never ever gonna go away
«I'm homeless, God bless, good day»
Would that I were you
Would I be free
And would that you were me Would you burn or flee
The blood is on your hands
You’ve got it on your feet
Your first is in the air
And somewhere in between
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Jeden staruszek na dziesięć godzin dziennie
And not a dime to spare
Playin ' on his Lombard shop horn
And breathin ' into the air
I ' ve got more coal to fire
And another soul to feed
Mała staruszka opuściła scenę
Jakąś godzinę temu.
Jej torebka była pełna.
All her silver unsold
Mała staruszka miała usta.
But nothing to say
Pomimo jej lojalności
Znalazła sposób.
Nawet świecąca Wiewiórka potrzebuje orzecha.
Obal to.
I jeśli otworzysz usta
Lepiej się zamknij.
It ' s never ever gonna go away
"Jestem bezdomny, Bóg zapłać, Dzień dobry»
Would that I were you
Would I be free
I gdybyś był mną, spaliłbyś się lub uciekł.
Krew jest na twoich rękach.
You ' ve got it on your feet
Twój pierwszy jest w powietrzu.
And somewhere in between