Donna Hughes — Talking To The Wind tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
Strona zawiera teksty i polskie tłumaczenie piosenki "Talking To The Wind", wykonawca: Donna Hughes.
Tekst piosenki
On a trading path, through the Carolinas
Used by Indians who braved the wind and rain
They settled down beside the raging waters
And they worked the land until the white men came
And formed the counties
And they took away their land
And made the boundaries
Governed with a heavy hand
And you can almost hear the song
Of that old Indian longing for his home
Along the waters edge
Climbing mountains to escape
The laws of white men
Walking softly in the rain and talking to the wind
They were friendly and they rode on painted horses
Fearing no one, not harming anything
They were trusting when the pilgrims came to live here
And then they died by the hands of the men
Who formed the counties
And they took away their land
And made the boundaries
Governed with a heavy hand
And you can almost hear that sad song
Of that old Indian crying for his home
Along the waters edge
Climbing mountains to escape
The laws of white men
Walking softly in the rain and talking to the wind
They were trusting when they taught us how to live here
And then they scattered to the wind, leaving only tears behind them
And an old forgotten art
And all their memories, dying with a broken heart
And you almost hear the song
Of that old Indian longing for his home
Along that waters edge
Climbing mountains to escape
The laws of white men
Walking softly in the rain, talking to the wind
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Na szlaku handlowym, przez Karoliny
Używane przez Indian, którzy walczyli z wiatrem i deszczem
Osiedlili się nad wzburzonymi wodami.
I pracowali na ziemi, dopóki nie przybyli biali.
W skład powiatu wchodzą
I zabrali im ziemię.
I stworzył granice
/ Align = "left" /
And you can almost hear the song
O tej starej indiańskiej tęsknocie za domem
Along the waters edge
Wspinaczka gór, aby uciec
The laws of white men
Walking softly in the rain and talking to the wind
Byli przyjaźni i jeździli na pomalowanych koniach
Nikogo się nie boję, niczego nie krzywdzę.
Byli ufni, kiedy pielgrzymi przybyli tu zamieszkać.
A potem zginęli z rąk ludzi.
Kto utworzył hrabstwa
I zabrali im ziemię.
I stworzył granice
/ Align = "left" /
I prawie można usłyszeć tę smutną piosenkę
Tego starego Indianina, który płacze za swoim domem.
Along the waters edge
Wspinaczka gór, aby uciec
The laws of white men
Walking softly in the rain and talking to the wind
Ufali nam, kiedy uczyli nas, jak tu żyć.
A potem rozproszyli się na wiatr, zostawiając za sobą tylko łzy.
And an old forgotten art
I wszystkie ich wspomnienia, umierają ze złamanym sercem
And you almost hear the song
O tej starej indiańskiej tęsknocie za domem
Along that waters edge
Wspinaczka gór, aby uciec
The laws of white men
Walking softly in the rain, talking to the wind