Brenn Hill — Equine tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
Strona zawiera teksty i polskie tłumaczenie piosenki "Equine", wykonawca: Brenn Hill.
Tekst piosenki
Verse 1:
Stormy throws her head
She don’t like the sound of lead
Rippin' through the sky on a cool clear autumn morn'
She high trots back home
She can’t stand to be alone
And she’s been that way since the day that she was born
Chorus 1:
But I love her anyway and I wouldn’t trade a single day
Of ridin' for another day to be alive
The wind in her long black mane
She’s the only thing that keeps me sane
The only way today a cowboy can survive
Equine
Verse 2:
A mind all his own
Old Bud was as hard as a stone
And he threw me to the ground a dozen times or more
Runnin' down the road
Cussin' cause I’d just been throwed
All the way back to the old brown double barn door
Chorus 2:
But I loved him anyway and I wouldn’t trade a single day
Of ridin' for another day to be alive
The wind in his long gold mane
He was the only thing that kept me sane
The only way today that a cowboy can survive
Equine
Bridge:
There’s a fire burnin' in me still
And a cold, hard-iron will
To get back on no matter how hard I fall
And I think of them days sometimes
To ease my troubled mind
Ev’rytime my back’s up against a wall
Verse 3:
He’s one tired, old paint
He’s a little less can than can’t
And I see the hesitation in his eyes
I lift a little saddle on
He kicks him in the sides and they’re gone
And Lord I can’t believe how the years go by
Chorus 3:
And how I love that little boy
Ridin' high like Gene and Roy
Fadin' like a hero into that western sun
The wind in his thick gold hair
I close my eyes and for a moment I’m there
The only way today a cowboy can survive
Equine
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Werset 1:
Stormy rzuca głową
Nie lubi dźwięku ołowiu.
"Rippin' through the sky on a cool clear autumn morn"
"She high trots back home"
"She can' t stand to be alone"
I jest taka od dnia, w którym się urodziła.
Refren 1:
Ale i tak ją kocham i nie zamieniłbym ani jednego dnia.
Of ridin ' for another day to be alive
Wiatr w jej długiej czarnej grzywie
Tylko ona trzyma mnie przy zdrowych zmysłach.
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Koniowate
Werset 2:
A mind all his own
Old Bud was as hard as a stone
I rzucił mnie na ziemię kilkanaście razy lub więcej
Runnin ' down the road
Cussin 'cause I' d just been throwed
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Refren 2:
Ale i tak go kochałam i nie zamieniłabym się nawet na jeden dzień.
Of ridin ' for another day to be alive
Wiatr w jego długiej złotej grzywie
Był jedyną rzeczą, która trzymała mnie przy zdrowych zmysłach.
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Koniowate
Most:
There 's a fire burnin' in me still
I zimna, twarda Wola
To get back on no matter how hard I fall
Czasami myślę o tych dniach.
To lease my troubled mind
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Werset 3:
Jest jednym zmęczonym, starym malarzem.
Jest trochę mniej puszysty niż nie.
I widzę wahanie w jego oczach
I lift a little saddle on
Kopnął go w boki i już ich nie ma.
And Lord I can ' t believe how the years go by
Refren 3:
And how I love that little boy
Ridin ' high jak Gene i Roy
Fadin ' like a hero into that western sun
Wiatr w jego złotych włosach
I close my eyes and for a moment I ' m there
/ Align = "left" /
Koniowate