Jesca Hoop — City Bird tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
Strona zawiera teksty i polskie tłumaczenie piosenki "City Bird", wykonawca: Jesca Hoop.
Tekst piosenki
City bird, city bird
Fly away from my window, my window
'Cause you don’t sing
Like the birds from home sing
Your song is dying
I set the table
For the ghosts in my home, my home
And pour the wine, and raise a glass
For the guests in my home
They’re entering
In their skin and in their bones, still in their bones
The vision scares, but none compares
To the dread of drinking alone
After the tower’s turned to a tomb
The underworld refugees all were refused by the banker
They could never go in So I let them in, oh…
City bird, city bird
Fly away from my window, my window
'Cause you don’t sing
Like the birds from home sing
Your song is dying
I light the candle
For the ghosts in my home, my home
And say a prayer to please send care
For the guests in my home
But in their sleep
They claw and scream the devil home (The devil’s come home)
But that nightmare
Does not compare to the demons in sleeping alone
After the tower is turned to a tomb
The underworld refugees all were refused by the banker
And with nowhere to go They wash up on Skid Row, oh…
City bird, city bird
Fly away from my window, my window
'Cause you don’t sing
Like the birds from home sing
Your song is dying
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
City bird, city bird
Odlecieć od mojego okna, mojego okna
'Cause you don' t sing
Like the birds from home sing
Your song is dying
Nakryłem do stołu.
Dla duchów w moim domu, w moim domu
I nalej wina, i wznieś kieliszek
Dla gości w moim domu
Wchodzą
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Wizja przeraża, ale nikt nie porównuje
Do strachu przed piciem w samotności
Po tym jak Wieża zamieniła się w Grobowiec
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Nie mogli wejść, więc ich wpuściłem.…
City bird, city bird
Odlecieć od mojego okna, mojego okna
'Cause you don' t sing
Like the birds from home sing
Your song is dying
I light The candle
Dla duchów w moim domu, w moim domu
I zmów modlitwę, by prosić o opiekę.
Dla gości w moim domu
Ale we śnie
They claw and scream the devil home (The devil ' s come home)
Ale ten koszmar
Nie dorównuje demonom w samotnym spaniu.
Po obróceniu wieży w Grobowiec
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I nie mając dokąd pójść, myją się na Skid Row, oh…
City bird, city bird
Odlecieć od mojego okna, mojego okna
'Cause you don' t sing
Like the birds from home sing
Your song is dying