Marc Almond — Toreador In The Rain tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
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Tekst piosenki
Sad little boy of the street
Hands of a thief
With the mind of a dreamer
Dodging the puddles with feet
Of a torero in an Arena
Sings an old Andalucian song
Dancing along
Using his dirty red coat as a cape
Rain thundering down
Sounds like the applause from
Hundreds of people
He feels free as the wind
Free as the swifts
Around the cathedral
Kneels to acknowledge his fame
Forgets all his pain
Little Toreador in the Rain
Bathed in a Rainbow of Pink
Purple and Blue outside La Molina
The pavement reflecting the neon
Lights this Torero in his arena
He looks down at his clothes
Imagining those
Worn of sequin, Gold and Brocade
He kneels and kisses the beast
Fearing the least
Knowing death will not find him
But maybe one day he will face
The Horns of the Devil
His childhood behind him
Brave young man from the streets
No more a thief
No longer a dreamer
Stands in front of the Beast
A golden Torero in an Arena
It starts to thunder and rain
Remembering that day
He danced like a fool on the wing of a dream
Sand turning to mud
Soon where his blood will splatter and mingle
Free, Free as an Angel
Up with the swifts
Around the cathedral
Never to be seen again
Dreams all in vain
There lies the Toreador in the rain
Little Toreador in the rain
Little Toreador in the rain
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Sad little boy of the street
Hands Of A thief
With the mind of a dreamer
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Of a torero in an Arena
Śpiewa starą andaluzyjską pieśń
Dancing along
Używa brudnego, czerwonego płaszcza jako peleryny.
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Brzmi jak aplauz z
Setki ludzi
He feels free as the wind
Free as the swifts
Wokół katedry
Klęczy, by uznać jego sławę.
Zapomina o całym swoim bólu.
Little Toreador in the Rain
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Purpura i błękit poza La Moliną
Chodnik odbijający neon
Lights this Torero in his arena
Spogląda na swoje ubrania.
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Noszone z cekinu, złota i brokatu
Klęka i całuje bestię.
Fearing the least
Wiedząc, że śmierć go nie znajdzie
Ale może pewnego dnia zmierzy się z
The Horns of the Devil
Dzieciństwo
Dzielny młodzieniec z ulicy
No more a thief
No longer a dreamer
Stoi przed bestią
Złoty Torero na arenie
It starts to thunder and rain
Pamiętając ten dzień
Tańczył jak głupiec na skrzydle snu
Piasek zamienia się w błoto
Wkrótce jego krew rozbryzguje się i wmieszuje się w tłum.
Free, Free as an Angel
Up with the swifts
Wokół katedry
"Never to be seen again"
Dreams all in vain
# Tam Toreador w deszczu
Little Toreador in the rain
Little Toreador in the rain