The Spook of the Thirteenth Lock — Heave the Bellows tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
Strona zawiera teksty i polskie tłumaczenie piosenki "Heave the Bellows", wykonawca: The Spook of the Thirteenth Lock.
Tekst piosenki
Heave the bellows
And rise the flames
Without sacrifice
Nothing is made
A sword, a plough
A horse to be shod
And a bog to burned
Clod by clod
New born and banished And overwhelmed
Frail and rattled
Unable to defend
In vain struggle
Against the deepening dark
And the rising tide
Of a shattered heart
Temper brittle metal into finest steel
Hammer the misshapen right back into shape
Break the weakest spirit for the common good
All things surely must, lose their sheen and rust
Crumble ever slowly into dust
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
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And rise the flames
Bez ofiary
Nothing is made
Miecz, pług
A horse to be shod
A Bagno do spalenia
Clod by clod
Nowonarodzony, wygnany i przytłoczony
Frail and rattled
Niezdolny do obrony
In vain struggle
Against the Deeping dark
And the rising tide
Of a shattered heart
Temper kruchy metal do najlepszej stali
"Hammer The misshapen right back to shape"
Złamać najsłabszego ducha dla dobra wspólnego
Wszystko na pewno musi, stracić blask i rdzę
Crumble ever slowly into dust