Small Island Pride — Carnival Celebration tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
Strona zawiera teksty i polskie tłumaczenie piosenki "Carnival Celebration", wykonawca: Small Island Pride.
Tekst piosenki
Chorus:
Ah, Mastifay, Mastifay/Meet me down by the Croisee
And Cutouter, Cutouter /Meet me down by the green corner
Well. I waiting for this carnival/To jump up with these criminals
I going to arm myself with a big stick/Any man in town I meet,
That is real licks
Cause I done tell Mammy already/Mammy do, do tie up your
Belly
Cause is murder, federation/With war and rebellion
When they bar me by the junction.//Chorus
Monday morning I wake up early/Two drink of Vat* to steam up My body
And I jumping up like I crazy/I alone go collapse the city
With my razor tie on to my poul**/I like a badjohn in the 18th
Century
And with my stick in my waist/I chipping in space
Is to spit in ole nayga face.//Chorus
Well, to show you I in for trouble/On my right hand is my steel
Knuckle
My chooker# in my left pocket/Boys, my pooya+ under my Jacket
And I jumping up like if I wild/I know they bound to say that is Old style
But they could beat me like a child/I taking licks with a smile
And I pelting war like I wild.//Chorus
Well, as man I consult my doctor/ to check my lungs and my liver
I done pay of my Lawyer/So he could pay off my undertaker
And as I have no mother nor father/They could post me back
To Grenada
Cause I tell Mr. Chance/I done pay in advance
To bury me down in Grand’Anse.//Chorus
Vat 19, locally made rum; ** type of wood, frequently used in Stick-fighting; # dagger; + machete
(Lyric Information from Smithsonian Folkways)
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Refren:
Ah, Mastifay, Mastifay / Meet me down by the Croisee
I Cutouter, Cutouter / Meet me down by the green corner
Cóż. I waiting for this carnival / to jump up with these criminals
I going to arm myself with a big stick / Any man in town I meet,
To jest prawdziwe Lizanie
Bo już powiedziałem mamie, że mamusia Cię związała.
Belly
Przyczyna to morderstwo, Federacja / Wojna i bunt
Kiedy mnie zabraniają przy skrzyżowaniu.// Chór
Monday morning I wake up early / Two drink of Vat * to steam up My body
And I jumping up like I crazy / I alone go collapse the city
/Align = "left" /
Wiek
And with my stick in my talia/i chipping in space
To splunięcie w twarz ole naygi.// Chór
Well, to show you I in for trouble / On my right hand is my steel
Knuckle
My chooker # in my left pocket / Boys, my pooya+ under my Jacket
And I jumping up like if I wild / I know they bound to say that is Old style
But they could beat me like a child / I taking licks with a smile
I walczę jak dziki.// Chór
Jako człowiek konsultuję się z lekarzem, by sprawdzić płuca i wątrobę.
I done pay of my Lawyer / So he could pay off my undertaker
A ponieważ nie mam matki ani Ojca, mogą mnie odesłać.
Do Grenady
Bo powiem Panu Chance ' owi, że zapłaciłem z góry.
Pogrzebać mnie w Grand ' Anse.// Chór
Vat 19, lokalnie Rum; * * rodzaj drewna, często używany w walce na kije; # sztylet; + Maczeta
(Lyric Information from Smithsonian Folkways)