Jimmie Rodgers — Honeycomb tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
Strona zawiera teksty i polskie tłumaczenie piosenki "Honeycomb", wykonawca: Jimmie Rodgers.
Tekst piosenki
Well it’s a darn good life
And it’s kinda funny
How the Lord made the bee
And the bee made the honey
And the honeybee lookin' for a home
And they called it honeycomb
And they roamed the world and they gathered all
Of the honeycomb into one sweet ball
And the honeycomb from a million trips
Made my baby’s lips
Oh, Honeycomb, won’t you be my baby
Well, Honeycomb, be my own
Got a hank o' hair and a piece o' bone
And made a walkin' talkin' Honeycomb
Well, Honeycomb, won’t you be my baby
Well, Honeycomb, be my own
What a darn good life
When you got a wife like Honeycomb
(Honeycomb)
And the Lord said now that I made a bee
I’m gonna look all around for a green, green tree
And He made a little tree and I guess you heard
Oh, then well he made a little bird
And they waited all around till the end of Spring
Gettin' every note that the birdie’d sing
And they put 'em all into one sweet tome
For my Honeycomb
Oh, Honeycomb, won’t you be my baby
Well, Honeycomb, be my own
Got a hank o' hair and a piece o' bone
And made a walkin' talkin' Honeycomb
Well, Honeycomb, won’t you be my baby
Well, Honeycomb, be my own
What a darn good life
When you got a wife like Honeycomb
(Honeycomb)
And the Lord says now that I made a bird
I’m gonna look all round for a little ol' word
That sounds about sweet like «turtledove»
And I guess I’m gonna call it «love»
And He roamed the world lookin' everywhere
Gettin' love from here, love from there
And He put it all in a little ol' part
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
To cholernie dobre życie.
I to trochę zabawne.
Jak Pan stworzył pszczołę
A pszczoła zrobiła miód
A pszczoła szuka domu
I nazwali to plastrem miodu
Przemierzali świat i zebrali wszystko
Z plastra miodu w jedną słodką kulkę
I plaster miodu z miliona podróży
"Made my baby 's lips"
Oh, Honeycomb, won ' t you be my baby
Well, Honeycomb, be my own
Got a hank o 'hair and a piece o' bone
And made a walkin 'talkin' Honeycomb
Well, Honeycomb, won ' t you be my baby
Well, Honeycomb, be my own
What a darn good life
Kiedy masz żonę jak plaster miodu
(Plaster miodu)
And the Lord said now that I made a bee
Rozejrzę się za zielonym drzewem.
I zrobił małe drzewko.
Więc zrobił małego ptaszka.
I czekali wszędzie aż do końca wiosny
Gettin 'every note that the birdie' d sing
# And they put 'em all into one sweet tome #
For my Honeycomb
Oh, Honeycomb, won ' t you be my baby
Well, Honeycomb, be my own
Got a hank o 'hair and a piece o' bone
And made a walkin 'talkin' Honeycomb
Well, Honeycomb, won ' t you be my baby
Well, Honeycomb, be my own
What a darn good life
Kiedy masz żonę jak plaster miodu
(Plaster miodu)
A Pan mówi teraz, że stworzyłem ptaka
Rozejrzę się po okolicy za małym słowem.
To brzmi słodko jak " turtledove»
# And I guess I 'm gonna call it" love»
I przemierzał świat szukając wszędzie
Gettin ' love from here, love from there
I włożył to wszystko w małą, starą część