Ian Hunter — Apathy 83 tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
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Tekst piosenki
Standin' on the edge of Vesuvius — my mouth is runnin' dry
Drunk on wine &wisdom — giving it all away
Old enough to hate tomorrow — young enough not to know where to run
Oh there ain’t no rock’n roll no more — just the music of the young
Apathy for the devil Apathy for the devil
Apathy for the devil, N Apathy for the son.
The moon shines brightly on some summer lawn —
and envy caught like a leaf
Comes floating down upon this frozen desert sand —
spitting bullets through the night
The siren wails on the ambulance — compassion touches my head 'n it bleeds
There ain’t no rock’n roll no more just the sickly sound of greed.
And it’s Apathy for the devil And it’s Apathy for the devil
And it’s Apathy for the devil 'N Apathy for the creed
No more gardens for the gardenless — no more — havens for the havenless
No more helpers for the helplessness — no more — somethings for a less
For the law is now the lawless
'N the flaw is now the flawless
'N the crime is now accepted
'N the criminal respected
'N now evil gets elected
'N now sinful get selected
Heed a president proven rotten Now officially forgotten
Was it your General Sheridan who once said «The only good, good man is a dead
good man.»
It was not me babe
I just said keep your head 'n your bread well down under them floorboards
'N you — you look like you gone with the wind
Running naked through the streets
Wired out — tired out — transcendental mental — only laughing in your sleep
Nostalgia is starting to focus too late, imagination is starting to itch
There ain’t no rock’n roll no more just the music of the rich
'N it’s Apathy for the Devil 'N it’s Apathy for the Devil
'N it’s Apathy for the Devil Apathy’s at fever pitch
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Standin 'on the edge of Vesuvius-my mouth is runnin' dry
Drunk on wine &wisdom — giving it all away
Old enough to hate tomorrow-young enough to know where to run
Oh there ain 't no rock' n roll no more-just the music of the young
Apatia dla diabła apatia dla diabła
Apatia dla diabła, apatia dla syna.
Księżyc świeci jasno na jakimś letnim trawniku —
and envy caught like a leaf
Spływa w dół po zamarzniętym pustynnym piasku —
spitting bullets through the night
Syrena zawodzi na karetce-współczucie dotyka mojej głowy ' n it bleeds
Nie ma już rock ' n ' rolla, tylko chorowity dźwięk chciwości.
I to jest apatia dla diabła i to jest apatia dla diabła
I to jest apatia dla diabła i apatia dla wiary
No more gardens for the gardenless-no more-havens for the havenless
Nigdy więcej pomocników dla bezradności-nigdy więcej-coś dla mniej
Bo prawo jest teraz bez prawa
'N the wave is now the flawless
Zbrodnia została zaakceptowana.
"N the criminal respected
'N now evil gets elected
/ Align = "left" /
/ Align = "left" /
Czy to twój generał Sheridan powiedział kiedyś:
dobry człowiek.»
It was not me babe
Powiedziałem, żebyś trzymał głowę i chleb pod podłogą.
'N you-you look like you gone with the wind
Running naked through the streets
Wired out-tired out-transcendental mental - śmiech tylko we śnie
Nostalgia zaczyna się skupiać zbyt późno, wyobraźnia zaczyna swędzieć
There ain 't no rock' n roll no more just the music of the rich
To apatia dla diabła.
'N it' s Apathy for the Devil Apathy ' s at fever pitch