Bruce Springsteen — This Hard Land tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
Strona zawiera teksty i polskie tłumaczenie piosenki "This Hard Land", wykonawca: Bruce Springsteen.
Tekst piosenki
Hey there mister can you tell me What happened to the seeds I’ve sown
Can you give me a reason, sir, as to why they’ve never grown
They’ve just blown around from town to town
Back out on these fields
Where they fall from my hand
Back into the dirt of this hard land
Well me and my sister
From Germantown we did ride
We made our bed, sir
From the rock on the mountainside
We been blowin' around from town to town
Lookin' for a place to stand
Where the sun burst through the clouds and fall like a circle
A circle of fire down on this hard land
Now even the rain it don’t come 'round
Don’t come 'round here no more
And the only sound at night’s the wind
Slammin' the back porch door
Yeah it stirs you up like it wants to blow you down
Twistin' and churnin' up the sand
Leavin' all them scarecrows lyin' facedown
In the dirt of this hard land
From a building up on the hill
I can hear a tape deck blastin' «Home on the Range»
I can hear them Bar-M choppers
Sweepin' low across the plains
It’s me and you, Frank, we’re lookin' for lost cattle
Our hooves twistin' and churnin' up the sand
We’re ridin' in the whirlwind searchin' for lost treasure
Way down south of the Rio Grande
We’re ridin' 'cross that river in the moonlight
Up onto the banks of this hard land
Hey, Frank, won’t you pack your bags
And meet me tonight down at Liberty Hall
Just one kiss from you, my brother
And we’ll ride until we fall
Well sleep in the fields
We’ll sleep by the rivers
And in the morning we’ll make a plan
Well if you can’t make it stay hard, stay hungry, stay alive if you can
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Może mi pan powiedzieć, co się stało z nasionami, które zasiałem?
Może mi Pan podać powód, dlaczego nigdy nie urosły?
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Back out on these fields
Where they fall from my hand
"Back into the dirt of this hard land"
Ja i moja siostra
From Germantown we did ride
Pościeliliśmy sobie łóżko.
From the rock on the mountainside
We been blowin ' around from town to town
Lookin ' for a place to stand
Gdzie słońce wschodzi przez chmury i pada jak koło
Krąg ognia na tej twardej ziemi
Teraz nawet deszcz nie przychodzi
Don 't come' round here no more
And the only sound at night ' s the wind
Slammin ' the back porch door
Tak, podnieca Cię, jakby chciał cię zdmuchnąć.
Twistin 'and churnin' up the sand
Leavin 'all them scarecrows lyin' facedown
In the dirt of this hard land
From a building up on the hill
I can hear a tape deck blastin '" Home on the Range»
Słyszę helikoptery Bar-M.
Sweepin ' low across the plains
To ja i Ty, Frank, szukamy zagubionego bydła.
Nasze kopyta kręcą się i ubijają piasek
* We 're ridin' in the whirlwind searchin ' for lost treasure *
Na południe od Rio Grande
We 're ridin '' cross that river in the moonlight
Up onto the banks of this hard land
Frank, spakuj się.
Spotkajmy się wieczorem w Liberty Hall.
Tylko jeden pocałunek od Ciebie, bracie.
And we ' ll ride until we fall
Well sleep in the fields
We ' ll sleep by the rivers
A rano zrobimy plan.
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