Frank Turner — Broken Piano tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
Strona zawiera teksty i polskie tłumaczenie piosenki "Broken Piano", wykonawca: Frank Turner.
Tekst piosenki
As I walked out one morning fair,
I found myself drawn thoughtlessly
Back to the place we used to live,
And you still do, now without me.
Around the back, away from the road,
Behind the bins, beneath your window,
I found the hulk, the rusting bulk
Of a shattered old piano.
Someone had torn out some of the keys
With cruel care, not thoughtlessly,
In such a way that one could only play
Minor melodies.
So I sat down in my sadness, beneath your window,
And I played sad songs on the minor keys of a broken piano;
A sinner amongst saved men on the banks of the muddy Thames.
As I have wandered through this city,
Like a child lost in the London fog,
From Highgate Hill, down to the river,
Then washed downstream past the Isle of Dogs,
I’ve had time enough to think upon
The question of what kind of songs
That you would choose to listen to Now that I am gone.
And as I drift beneath that bridge,
Just down the road from where you live,
I’ve often thought I might have caught
Your voice upon the wind.
But as I stroked those broken keys
You did not join in harmony.
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
As I walked out one morning fair,
I found myself drawnless
Back to the place we used to live,
I nadal to robisz, teraz beze mnie.
Z tyłu, z dala od drogi. ,
Behind the bins, beneath your window,
I found the hulk, the rusting bulk
Zniszczonego starego fortepianu.
Ktoś wyrwał kilka kluczy.
Z okrutną troską, nie bezmyślną,
W taki sposób, że można tylko grać
Drobne melodie.
Więc usiadłem w smutku, pod twoim oknem,
And I played sad songs on the minor keys of a broken piano;
Grzesznik wśród ocalonych na brzegu błotnistej Tamizy.
Jak wędrowałem przez to miasto,
Jak dziecko zagubione w londyńskiej mgle,
From Highgate Hill, down to The river,
Następnie zmyta w dół rzeki koło Wyspy psów,
Miałem czas na przemyślenia.
The question of what kind of songs
Że wybrałabyś słuchanie teraz, gdy mnie nie ma.
And as I drift beneath that bridge,
# Just down the road from where you live # ,
Często myślałem, że mogę złapać
Twój głos na wietrze.
Ale gdy głaskałem te złamane klucze
Nie łączyliście się w harmonii.