Hours Eastly — Working tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
Strona zawiera teksty i polskie tłumaczenie piosenki "Working", wykonawca: Hours Eastly.
Tekst piosenki
Working
Well I live, yes I live for a working
Do it 'til my bones they are hurting
Work 'til my world ceases turning
You know I’m so very tired from my Working
Yea I give and I give for my working
Do it 'til my flesh it is burning
Slave to the grave from my birthing
You know, until I expire from my…
Well the morning’s for waking
And the back is for breaking
Don’t feed the illusion
There is no escaping
Yes the brow is for beading
'til the sun is retreating
And there in the darkness
The ever present mare of my Working
Yea I live, yes I live for a working
Do it 'til my bones they are hurting
Work 'til my world ceases turning
You know I bleed, cry, perspire for my Working
Yea I give and I give for my working
Do it 'til my flesh it is burning
Slave to the grave from my birthing
'til I succumb to the ire for my…
Well the skin is for thickening
And the muscles constricting
Suspend your elusion
There is no resisting
Well the days are for passing
And the sadness for masking
The truth is unnerving
I exist to persist in my Persist in my…
I exist to persist in my Working
Yea I live, yes I live for a working
Do it 'til my bones they are hurting
Work 'til my world ceases turning
You know I’m so very tired from my Working
Yea I give and I give for my working
Do it 'til my flesh it is burning
Slave to the grave from my birthing
Until I expire from my…
I live yes I live for a working
Do it 'til my bones they are hurting
Slave to the grave from my birthing
You know I bleed, cry, perspire for my…
I give and I give for my working
Do it 'til my flesh it is burning
Work 'til my world ceases turning
'til I succumb to the ire for my…
Well the blood is for bleeding
And the pain for receiving
It’s there in the darkness
The ever present mare of my…
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Praca
Żyję, żyję dla pracy.
Do it ' til my bones they are hurt
Work ' til my world stops Turning
Wiesz, że jestem bardzo zmęczona pracą.
Tak daję i daję za moją pracę
Do it ' til my flesh it is burning
Slave to the grave from my birthing
Wiesz, dopóki nie zginę z mojego…
Poranek jest na przebudzenie
A plecy są do łamania.
Don ' t feed the illusion
Nie ma ucieczki.
Tak, brwi są do beadingu.
'til the sun is retreating
And there in the darkness
The ever present mare of my Working
Yea I live, Yes I live for a working
Do it ' til my bones they are hurt
Work ' til my world stops Turning
Wiesz, że krwawię, płaczę, pocę się dla mojej pracy
Tak daję i daję za moją pracę
Do it ' til my flesh it is burning
Slave to the grave from my birthing
'til I sucbumb to the ire for my…
Skóra jest do zgrubienia.
I skurcz mięśni
/ Align = "left" /
Nie ma oporu.
Dni są na przemijanie
I smutek z powodu maskowania
Prawda jest niepokojąca.
/ Istnieję, by wytrwać, / wytrwać, wytrwać,…
Istnieję, by wytrwać w mojej pracy.
Yea I live, Yes I live for a working
Do it ' til my bones they are hurt
Work ' til my world stops Turning
Wiesz, że jestem bardzo zmęczona pracą.
Tak daję i daję za moją pracę
Do it ' til my flesh it is burning
Slave to the grave from my birthing
/ Align = "left" / …
Żyję tak żyję dla pracy
Do it ' til my bones they are hurt
Slave to the grave from my birthing
You know I bleed, cry, pot for my…
I give and I give for my working
Do it ' til my flesh it is burning
Work ' til my world stops Turning
'til I sucbumb to the ire for my…
Krew jest na krwawienie.
I ból odbierania
Jest tam w ciemności.
"The ever present mare of my"…