Mischief Brew — The Dreams Of The Morning tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
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Tekst piosenki
Forgive me, master, if I hear
No rhyme in your glory old
As it was sung in the days of yore
Now we sing our own
You see, I got this dream
Of turning grey and having cleared off every plate
And to never look to tomorrow’s roads
To say they went too far today
To long to waken every soul
From the promises in store
From the peace that blinds them through the time
When they should have gone to war
Mother crying we forgot our kids
Father hold them through the rain
Let him please not take her away from me
And turn her to a slave
Of the dreams
Of the dreams
Of the dreams
The dreams of the morning
Let my nighttime on in
May the sirens do the shrugging
As we carry on a laughing
As we carry on a laughing all the way
May there always be this short old street
And water in your wells
And those that peddled handed
We’ll take the silver and run like hell!
May there always be rage in your heart
When the master brings the reins
To detest the thieves of our daughters and sons
And raise from the dead
Today, today, today
Hey
The dreams of the morning
Let my nighttime on in
May the devils come a crying
Carry me away a laughing
As we all go a laughing to story telling breaks
The dreams of the morning
Let my nighttime on in
May the devils come a-crying
Carry me away a-laughing
As we all go a-laughing to story telling breaks
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Wybacz mi, Panie, jeśli usłyszę
No rhyme in your glory old
As it was sung in the days of yore
Teraz śpiewamy sami
Widzisz, mam ten sen
O siwieniu i oczyszczeniu wszystkich płyt.
And to never look to tomorrow ' s roads
Powiedzieć, że posunęli się dziś za daleko.
Tęsknić by obudzić każdą duszę
From the promises in store
From the peace that Blind them through the time
Kiedy powinni iść na wojnę
Matka płacząca zapomnieliśmy o naszych dzieciach
Ojcze trzymaj ich przez deszcz
Pozwól mu, proszę, nie zabierać mi jej.
I zamienić ją w niewolnicę.
Of the dreams
Of the dreams
Of the dreams
The dreams of the morning
Let my nighttime on in
May the sirens do the shrugging
As we carry on a laughing
As we carry on a laughing all the way
Niech zawsze będzie ta krótka, stara ulica
And water in your wells
A ci, którzy handlowali rękami
Weźmiemy srebro i uciekniemy jak diabli!
Niech zawsze będzie gniew w twoim sercu
Kiedy mistrz przyniesie wodze
By nienawidzić złodziei naszych córek i synów
And raise from the dead
Dziś, dziś, dziś
Hej.
The dreams of the morning
Let my nighttime on in
May The devils come a crying
"Carry me away a laughing"
Gdy wszyscy śmiejemy się, by opowiadać historie.
The dreams of the morning
Let my nighttime on in
May The devils come a-crying
Carry me away a-laughing
Gdy wszyscy śmiejemy się, by opowiadać historie.