Runrig — Big Sky tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
Strona zawiera teksty i polskie tłumaczenie piosenki "Big Sky", wykonawca: Runrig.
Tekst piosenki
The light is on me
All time is here
I’m going down to clachnan
To stem the rush of years
Big sky above me Powerline overhead
I get lifted up enraptured
I keep falling at your feet
I’m looking over colourfields
Past the white sands
And our human years
And it’s all waiting here
Breaking the seed
It’s coming again
Gathering the wind
Returning to claim a harvest
I’m lifted where i stand
On the never-ending land
I’m coming to sense of home
Wind through the barley
Your early dream
A rising choir of birdsong
Your fields of summer green
It’s all passing over
I’ve no complains
We’re just a row of unlit candles
Waiting the gate of saints
I’m living on the borderline
Between the moment
And the shining miles
The far streching stones
All the lines of the sown
It’s coming again
Gathering the wind
Returning to claim a harvest
I’m lifted where i stand
On the neverending land
I’m coming to sense of home
The light of ancient shine
On your ordinary lives
We joyed went to the lines of harvest
So open up the land
Open up the sand
Returning again in Clachan
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
The light is on me
All time is here
Jadę do clachnan.
By powstrzymać pęd lat
Big sky above me Powerline overhead
I get lifted up enraptured
I keep falling at your feet
I ' m looking over colourfields
Past the white sands
I nasze ludzkie lata
I to wszystko czeka tutaj.
Breaking the seed
It ' s coming again
Gathering the wind
Powrót do twierdzenia o zbiorze
I ' m lifted where i stand
On the never-ending land
I ' m coming to sense of home
Wiatr przez jęczmień
Your early dream
A rising choir of birdsong
Twoje pola letniej zieleni
It ' s all passing over
Nie narzekam.
Jesteśmy tylko rzędem nie zapalonych świec.
Waiting The gate of saints
I ' m living on the borderline
Between the moment
And the shining miles
The far streching stones
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It ' s coming again
Gathering the wind
Powrót do twierdzenia o zbiorze
I ' m lifted where i stand
On the neverending land
I ' m coming to sense of home
The light of ancient shine
Na Wasze zwyczajne życie.
We joyed went to the lines of harvest
So open up the land
Open up the sand
Powrót do Clachan