Racer X — The Executioner's Song tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
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Tekst piosenki
Reads a note lying on his desk
But the words already smear the morning press
Tell him that he’s got a job to do
A lethal dose that he’ll be giving you
Should have run when you heard the screams
Now it’s all one big bad dream
Hang your heard sadly, dose his job gladly
Sing out, here comes the preacher
And a tune to greet ya The executioner’s song
Gotta judgment seat awaitin' here
Life is flashin' cold and crystal clear
Metal halo custom made for you
A bolt a power to your maker
You’ll be pushed on through
A sweet and sickly distant melody
There ain’t a whole lot of time to be Going down badly, slowly and medly
Sing out, here comes the preacher
And a tune to greet ya The executioner’s song
Cry out, your maker gonna meet ya He’ll be there to seat ya The executioner’s song rolls on A sweet and sickly distant melody
There ain’t a whole lot of time to be Dead man walk sadly
Boldly and madly
Your time has come
Your shadow runs into another
Dark silhouetted
Feels no regret, yeah
Sing out here comes the preacher
And a tune to greet ya The executioner’s song
Cry out your make gonna greet ya He’ll be their to seat ya The executioner’s song rolls on
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
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Sing out, here comes the preacher
# And a tune to greet ya # # The executioner ' s song #
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Life is flashin ' cold and crystal clear
Metal halo specjalnie dla Ciebie
A bolt a power to your maker
Zostaniecie przepchnięci
Słodka i chorowita melodia
Nie ma zbyt wiele czasu, by iść w dół źle, powoli i medly
Sing out, here comes the preacher
# And a tune to greet ya # # The executioner ' s song #
Cry out, your maker gonna meet ya he 'll be there to seat ya The executioner' s song rolls on a sweet and sickly distant melody
There ain ' t a whole lot of time To be Dead man walk sadly
Śmiały i szalony
Twój czas nadszedł
Twój cień wpada w inny
Ciemna sylwetka
Feels no regret, yeah
Sing out here comes the preacher
# And a tune to greet ya # # The executioner ' s song #
Cry out your make gonna greet ya he 'll be their to seat ya The executioner' s song rolls on