Avantasia — Master of the Pendulum tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
Strona zawiera teksty i polskie tłumaczenie piosenki "Master of the Pendulum", wykonawca: Avantasia.
Tekst piosenki
Aaron: Who‘s the one who‘s stretching out his hand
Is it It or is it me that won‘t lose hold
Take on to the pendulum and sway
Like a mistletoe I‘m clinging to the cold, yeah
Watchmaker: I am the trellis for those in need
To twine around
The rock of ages for those
who‘re meant to wander around
I got no time for a break
And we got no time to waste
I‘ll save it up in the pace
I‘ll quantify thoughts away
that you don‘t need anyway
Oh what a beautiful day…
Aaron: Tic toc tic toc
Someone’s watching over me Watchmaker: Begging for a dance
While your sands are running out
Rigid and firm‘s what I hold in my hands
Tick away time, I allot and I divide
Master of the hands that guide you
Run if you can while the war drum‘s ticking on Ancient of days: I‘m the shouldering pace
I will make you mine, I allot and I divide
Master of the hands that push you
That‘s who I am:
The master of these hands
I lead the horse to the water and I make it drink
I‘m here to force precision just on everything
Aaron: I feel your breath in my neck
I feel you behind my back
And as I‘m turning around
There’s just this frightening sound
I feel it everywhere
Oh I know that you‘re there…
Tic toc tic toc
Someone’s watching over me Begging for a dance
While your sands are running out
Rigid and firm‘s what you hold in your hands
Tick away time, you allot and you divide
Master of the hands that guide you
Run if you can while the war drum‘s ticking on Ancient of days: you‘re the shouldering pace
Watchmaker: I will make you mine, I allot and I divide
Master of the hands that push you
Aaron: Angels fall
Time’s gonna winnow all
Dying dreams
Right from wrong
Dwell in a run
Turn the wheel
Something‘s reaching out for me Watchmaker: Begging for a dance
While your sands are running out
Rigid and firm‘s what I hold in my hands
Tick away time, I allot and I divide
Master of the hands that guide you
Run if you can while the war drum‘s ticking on Ancient of days: I‘m the shouldering pace
I will make you mine, I allot and I divide
Master of the hands that push you
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
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Czy to ja, który nie straci kontroli?
* Take on to The pendulum and kołysz się *
* Jak jemioła * * trzymam się zimna, tak *
Zegarmistrz: jestem kratą dla potrzebujących
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The rock of ages for those
who ' s meant to wander around
Nie mam czasu na przerwę.
I nie mamy czasu do stracenia
Zachowam to w tempie
I ' ll quantify thoughts away
że i tak nie potrzebujesz
Co za piękny dzień.…
Tic toc tic toc
"Someone' s watching over me Watchmaker: Begging for a dance"
Podczas gdy twoje Piaski kończą się
Sztywny i stanowczy to, co trzymam w rękach
Tick away time, I allot and I divide
Master of the hands that guide you
Run if you can while The War drum 's tycking on Ancient of days: I' m the shouldering pace
I will make you mine, I allot and I divide
Master of the hands that push you
That ' s who I am:
The master of these hands
I lead the horse to the water and I make it drink
Jestem tu, by wymusić na wszystkim precyzję.
Czuję twój oddech w mojej szyi.
I feel you behind my back
And as I ' m turning around
Jest tylko ten przerażający dźwięk.
Czuję to wszędzie.
Oh I know that you ' re there…
Tic toc tic toc
Ktoś mnie obserwuje błagając o taniec.
Podczas gdy twoje Piaski kończą się
Sztywne i twarde to, co trzymasz w rękach.
Tick away time, you allot and you divide
Master of the hands that guide you
Run if you can while The War drum 's tycking on Ancient of days: you' re the shouldering pace
Zegarmistrz: uczynię cię moim, rozdzielę i podzielę
Master of the hands that push you
Angels fall
Time ' s gonna winnow all
Dying dreams
Right from wrong
/ Align = "left" /
Turn the wheel
Something ' s reaching out for me Watchmaker: Begging for a dance
Podczas gdy twoje Piaski kończą się
Sztywny i stanowczy to, co trzymam w rękach
Tick away time, I allot and I divide
Master of the hands that guide you
Run if you can while The War drum 's tycking on Ancient of days: I' m the shouldering pace
I will make you mine, I allot and I divide
Master of the hands that push you