Jared Blake — Don't Mind tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
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Tekst piosenki
I was raised down an old dirt road
Put the grit in my teeth and the gravel in my throat
Put jesus in my heart and the devil on my mind
Working my hands and the belt on my behind
Never been the kind to run
From nobody, I’m a smokin' gun
I’m the bullet in the air and the fire in the night
Blood on your knuckles and a finish to your fight
And ('Cause) I don’t mind gettin' rowdy
I don’t mind gettin' loud
I dont' mind gettin' crazy
I don’t mind gettin' down
I don’t mind gettin' dirty
I don’t mind raisin' hell
I don’t mind, don’t mind very well
When I was 16 I had an old Ford
Had rust on the hood, had a dent in the door
Had a big block engine; She was 4-wheel drive
Guess we was doin about 95
Blue lights flashed outta my rear view
Small-town cops; nothin' better to do Tore through a field; rolled the truck 3 times
Lucky for me, I crossed the county line
BRIDGE
I am the son of a son of a son of a workin man
That’s what I am Aw, but when Friday comes
I cash my check with bottles in both hands
(Yeah, Yeah-Yeah)
No, C’mon!
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
I was raised down an old dirt road
Wsadź mi żwir w zęby i żwir w gardło.
Put jesus in my heart and the devil on my mind
Working my hands and the belt on my behind
"Never been the kind to run"
From nobody, I 'm a smokin' gun
I ' m the bullet in the air and the fire in the night
Blood on your knuckles and a finish to your fight
And ('cause) I don' t mind gettin ' rowdy
I don 't mind gettin' loud
I don' mind gettin ' crazy
I don 't mind gettin' down
I don' t mind gettin ' dirty
I don 't mind raisin' hell
I don 't mind, don' t mind very well
Kiedy miałem 16 lat miałem starego Forda
Miał rdzę na masce, wgniecenie w drzwiach
Miała duży silnik blokowy; miała Napęd na 4 koła
/ Align = "left" /
Blue lights flashed Out of my back view
Małomiasteczkowe gliny; nic lepszego do roboty nie przebiło się przez pole; przetoczyło ciężarówkę 3 razy
Na szczęście przekroczyłem granicę hrabstwa.
Most
Jestem synem syna, syna robotnika.
Ale kiedy nadejdzie piątek
Spieniężyłem czek butelkami w obu rękach.
(Yeah, Yeah-Yeah)
Nie, daj spokój!