Harry Belafonte — Oh I've Got Plenty Of Nothin' tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
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Tekst piosenki
I got plenty of nothing
And nothing’s plenty for me
I got no car — got no mule
I got no misery
Folks with plenty of nothing
They’ve got a lock on the door
Afraid somebody’s going to rob 'em
While there out (a) making more — what for
I got no lock on the door — that’s no way to be
They can steal the rug from the floor — that’s OK with me
'Cause the things that I prize — like the stars in the skies — are all free
I got plenty of nothing
And nothing’s plenty for me
I got my gal — got my song
(I) Got heaven the whole day long
— Got my gal — got my love — got my song
Oh, I got plenty of nothing
And nothing’s plenty for me
I got the sun, got the moon
Got the deep blue sea
The folks with plenty of plenty
Got to pray all the day
Sure with plenty you sure got to worry
How to keep the devil away — Away
I ain’t frettin 'bout hell
'Till the time arrive
Never worry long as I’m well
Never one to strive
To be good, to be bad
What the hell
I am glad I’m alive
I got plenty of nothing
And nothing’s plenty for me
I got my gal — got my song
(I) Got heaven the whole day long
— Got my gal — got my love — got my song
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
I got plenty of nothing
And nothing ' s plenty for me
I got no car-got no mule
I got no misery
Ludzie z mnóstwem niczego
Mają zamek w drzwiach.
Boję się, że ktoś ich obrabuje.
While there out (a) making more-what for
I got no lock on the door-that ' s no way to be
Mogą ukraść dywan z podłogi.
'Cause the things that I prize-like the stars in the skies-are all free
I got plenty of nothing
And nothing ' s plenty for me
I got my gal-got my song
(I) Got heaven the whole day long
- Got my gal-got my love-got my song
Nic nie mam.
And nothing ' s plenty for me
I got the sun, got the moon
Got the deep blue sea
The folks with plenty of plenty
Muszę się modlić cały dzień.
Pewnie z mnóstwem musisz się martwić
How to keep the devil away-Away
I ain 't frettin' bout hell
'Till the time arrive
Nie martw się, póki jestem zdrowy.
"Never one to strive"
Być dobrym, być złym
Co do diabła?
Cieszę się, że żyję.
I got plenty of nothing
And nothing ' s plenty for me
I got my gal-got my song
(I) Got heaven the whole day long
- Got my gal-got my love-got my song