The Rumjacks — The Pot & Kettle tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
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Tekst piosenki
One smoky day in a darkened scullery
Doon by the river in a factory town
Where bad things happen & the walls are drippn'
And the ghosts are flittin' frae the cold hard ground
A pot & kettle on the hob were settled
A' hissin' their patter so bileous cruel
An awfy matter o' clout & claterin'
Battlin' wits in a hideous duel
Lids a rattlin' belchin steam
Life aint nothin but a fevered dream
'Youre a lowly villain'
'Youre a terrible liar'
'But were both here cookin on the same old fire'
Guts a bubblin belchin steam
Life aint nothin but a fevered dream
'Youre a chanty pot'
'And youre a shite for brains'
'But were both here hangin on the same old chains'
«Ive roasted a wealth of exotic things
All torn to ribbons at the hands of kings
Polished copper how I proudly shone
Stealin the fire of the blazing sun»
«Ye've boilt nae mair’n 'em old soup bones
Ive boilt the tea for them stately homes
I were rattled like a drum each Hogmanay
Then scrubbed tae the devil on the follwin' day»
«O kettle yer metal is a terrible hue
Riddled wi' holes cannae hold yer brew
Yer lids all crooked & yer sides bashed in It’ll no be long afore ye see the bin»
«Pot your not so bright as me
A hags old cauldron is all you’d be You reek o' gruel & yourenone too young
Fit for to carry but the peels & dung»
Lids a rattlin' belchin steam
Life aint nothin but a fevered dream
'Youre a lowly villain'
'Youre a terrible liar'
'But were both here cookin on the same old fire'
Guts a bubblin belchin steam
Life aint nothin but a fevered dream
'Youre an old piss bucket'
'Youre a dented can'
'But we’re neither as black as that roasting pan'
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
One smoky day in a darkened scullery
Doon nad rzeką w fabrycznym miasteczku
Where bad things happen & the walls are drippn'
A duchy latają po zimnej, twardej ziemi.
A pot & kettle on the hob were settled
A 'hissin' their patter so bileous cruel
An awfy matter o 'clout & claterin'
Battlin ' wits w ohydnym pojedynku
/ Align = "left" / Linear
Życie nie jest niczym poza gorączkowym snem
"Jesteś nikczemnym łotrem"
"Jesteś strasznym kłamcą"
'Ale oboje gotowaliśmy na tym samym starym ogniu'
Guts a bubblin belchin steam
Życie nie jest niczym poza gorączkowym snem
"You're a chanty-Mansyjsk"
"A Ty jesteś gównem dla mózgu"
'Ale oboje wisiali na tych samych starych łańcuchach'
"Upiekłam wiele egzotycznych rzeczy
Wszystkie rozdarte na wstążki z rąk królów
Polerowana miedź jak dumnie lśniłem
Stealin the fire of the blazing sun»
"You' ve boilt nae mair ' n ' em old soup bones
Gotowałem herbatę dla tych wspaniałych domów.
/ Align = "left" /
A potem oskubał Tae diabła w dzień follwin'»
"O kettle YER metal is a terrible hue
"Riddled wi' holes cannae hold yer brew"
Yer lids all crooked & yer sides bashed in It ' ll no be long afore ye see the bin»
"Pot your not so bright as me
A hags old cauldron is all you 'd be You reek o' gruel & yourenone too young
Fit for to carry but the peels & dung»
/ Align = "left" / Linear
Życie nie jest niczym poza gorączkowym snem
"Jesteś nikczemnym łotrem"
"Jesteś strasznym kłamcą"
'Ale oboje gotowaliśmy na tym samym starym ogniu'
Guts a bubblin belchin steam
Życie nie jest niczym poza gorączkowym snem
"You' re an old piss bucket"
"You' re a dented can"
'Ale nie jesteśmy tak Czarni jak ta patelnia'