Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young — Woodstock tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
Strona zawiera teksty i polskie tłumaczenie piosenki "Woodstock", wykonawca: Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young.
Tekst piosenki
Well, I came upon a child of god
He was walking along the road
And I asked him, tell me where are you going?
This he told me
Said, I’m going down to Yasgur’s farm
Gonna join in a rock and roll band
Got to get back to the land and set my soul free
We are stardust, we are golden
We are billion year old carbon
And we got to get ourselves back to the garden
Well, then can I walk beside you?
I have come to lose the smog
And I feel myself a cog in somethin' turning
And maybe it’s the time of year
But then maybe it’s the time of man
And I don’t know who I am
But life is for learning
We are stardust, we are golden
We are billion year old carbon
And we got to get ourselves back to the garden
We are stardust, we are golden
We are billion year old carbon
And we got to get ourselves back to the garden
By the time we got to Woodstock
We were half a million strong
And everywhere was a song and a celebration
And I dreamed I saw the bomber jet planes
Riding shotgun in the sky
Turning into butterflies
Above our nation
We are stardust, we are golden
We are caught in the devils bargain
And we got to get ourselves back to the garden
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Well, I came upon a child of god
Szedł wzdłuż drogi.
Zapytałem go, dokąd idziesz?
To mi powiedział.
Said, jadę na farmę Yasgura.
Gonna join in a rock and roll band
Got to get back to the land and set my soul free
We are stardust, we are golden
We are billion year old carbon
I musimy wrócić do ogrodu.
Więc mogę iść obok ciebie?
Przyszedłem pozbyć się smogu.
And I feel myself a cog in somethin ' turning
I może to pora roku
Ale może nadszedł czas człowieka
And I don ' t know who I am
Ale życie jest dla nauki.
We are stardust, we are golden
We are billion year old carbon
I musimy wrócić do ogrodu.
We are stardust, we are golden
We are billion year old carbon
I musimy wrócić do ogrodu.
Zanim dotarliśmy do Woodstock
Byliśmy silni na pół miliona.
I wszędzie była pieśń i święto
Śniło mi się, że widziałem samoloty bombowe.
Riding shotgun in the sky
Turning into butterflies
Above our nation
We are stardust, we are golden
Jesteśmy złapani na diabelskiej umowie.
I musimy wrócić do ogrodu.