The Irish Rovers — Whiskey On A Sunday tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
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Tekst piosenki
Come day, go day
Wish in my heart it were Sunday
Drinking buttermilk thru the week
Whiskey on a Sunday
He sits in the corner of old beggar’s bush
On top of an old packing crate
he has three wooden dolls that can dance and can sing
And he croons with a smile on his face
Come day, go day
Wish in my heart it were Sunday
Drinking buttermilk thru the week
Whiskey on a Sunday
His tired old hands tug away at the strings
And the puppets dance up and down
A far better show than you ever would see
In the fanciest theatre in town
Come day, go day
Wish in my heart it were Sunday
Drinking buttermilk thru the week
Whiskey on a Sunday
And sad to relate that old Seth Davy died
In 1904
The three wooden doll in the dustbin were laid
His song will be heard nevermore
Come day, go day
Wish in my heart it were Sunday
Drinking buttermilk thru the week
Whiskey on a Sunday
But some stormy night when you’re passing that way
And the wind’s blowing up from the sea
You’ll still hear the song of old Seth Davy
As he croons to his dancing dolls three
Come day, go day
Wish in my heart it were Sunday
Drinking buttermilk thru the week
Whiskey on a Sunday
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Come day, go day
Wish in my heart it were Sunday
Picie maślanki przez cały tydzień
Whiskey on a Sunday
Siedzi w kącie starego buszu żebraka.
Na szczycie starej skrzyni.
ma trzy drewniane lalki, które potrafią tańczyć i śpiewać.
A on krze z uśmiechem na twarzy
Come day, go day
Wish in my heart it were Sunday
Picie maślanki przez cały tydzień
Whiskey on a Sunday
Jego zmęczone, stare ręce ciągną za sznurki
And the puppets dance up and down
A far better show than you ever would see
W najfajniejszym teatrze w mieście
Come day, go day
Wish in my heart it were Sunday
Picie maślanki przez cały tydzień
Whiskey on a Sunday
I smutne jest to, że stary Seth Davy zmarł.
W 1904
Trzy drewniane lalki w śmietniku zostały ułożone
Jego piosenka będzie słyszana nevermore
Come day, go day
Wish in my heart it were Sunday
Picie maślanki przez cały tydzień
Whiskey on a Sunday
Ale pewnej burzowej nocy, kiedy przechodzisz tamtędy.
And the wind ' s blowing up from the sea
You ' ll still hear the song of old Seth Davy
Gdy kiwnie do swoich tańczących lalek trzy
Come day, go day
Wish in my heart it were Sunday
Picie maślanki przez cały tydzień
Whiskey on a Sunday