Jimmy Cliff — Rock Children tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
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Tekst piosenki
Hey…
May we rock, children, to the music of the ghetto, yeah
Don’t just sit and cry, little darlin', dry your eyes, I see…
Come down off the shelf, come lively up yourself, my friend…
We no have known bread, but we’re not go dead, for the blessing of your father,
well fallen his children…
May we rock children, to the music of creator… yeah
Say may we rock children, to the music of the ghetto, yeah…
Cost of living high… soon reach the sky…
While we are a due…
The rich man them a ball… so while we feel safe… down her in the ghetto…
We no have known bread, but we’re not go dead, for the blessing of the father,
well fallen his children…
Rock,
Rock,
Rock, children… to the music of the ghetto, yeah… oh yeah…
May we rock, children… to the music of creator, yeah…
May we rock, children… to the music of the ghetto, yeah…
We no have non bread, but we not go dead…
Say may we, rock, rock, rock, children… to the music of creator, oh yes, oh,
whoa yes, oh yes, oh yes…
cost of living is so high, soon touch the sky, now…
May we rock children… to the music of the ghetto…
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Hej.…
May we rock, children, to the music of the ghetto, yeah
Nie siedź i nie płacz, kochanie, wytrzyj oczy, widzę…
Zejdź z półki, przyjdź z życiem, mój przyjacielu.…
Nie znamy chleba, ale nie umrzemy, dla błogosławieństwa twojego ojca.,
well fallen his children…
May we rock children, to the music of creator ... yeah
Say may we rock children, to the music of the ghetto, yeah…
Koszt życia wysoki ... wkrótce dotrzeć do nieba…
While we are a due…
Bogacz je piłka ... więc kiedy czujemy się bezpiecznie ... w dół ją w getcie…
Nie znamy chleba, ale nie umrzemy, dla błogosławieństwa ojca.,
well fallen his children…
Rock,
Rock,
Rock, children ... to the music of the ghetto, yeah ... oh yeah…
May we rock, children ... to the music of creator, yeah…
May we rock, children ... to the music of the ghetto, yeah…
Nie mamy chleba, ale nie umrzemy.…
Say may we, rock, rock, rock, children ... to the music of creator, oh yes, oh,
whoa yes, oh yes, oh yes…
koszt życia jest tak wysoki, wkrótce dotknij nieba, teraz…
May we rock children ... to the music of the ghetto…