L.A. Guns — Nothing to Lose tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
Strona zawiera teksty i polskie tłumaczenie piosenki "Nothing to Lose", wykonawca: L.A. Guns.
Tekst piosenki
We’re lost at the edge of time
No money, it ain’t a crime
Doing things the way that I choose
Gonna make the front page news
My finger on the gun
Bang, bang, gets things done
You got nothing, nothing to lose
Street life, paying your dues
Gonna sing the young man blues
You got nothing, nothing to lose
I want dollars, sex, instant fame
Let it rock, the name of the game
Steal a car, and I’m ready to fight
Fat cop gonna read ya your rights
I’m lost on the heartbreak zone
Hold tight, don’t let go, no, no, no You got nothing, nothing to lose
Street life, pay your dues
Gonna sing the young man blues
Fall from grace, child in time
Born of thunder, one of a kind
Fire and ice, battle cry
Powers within, they multiply, yeah
Oh…
Loose gun and I can’t be beat
White trash kickin' the street
A city brat gone far from home
A city brat don’t want anymore,
My finger on the gun
A bang, bang gets things done
Yeah, yeah, yeah
You got nothing, nothing to lose
Street life, paying your dues
Gonna sing the young man dues
You got nothing
You got nothing, nothing to lose
Street life, paying your dues
Gonna sing the young man blues
You got nothing, nothing to lose
You gotta scream and fight
Hey, hey, yeah, hey, hey, yeah
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
No, no, no, no, no, no Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Yeah, Yeah
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Zgubiliśmy się na skraju czasu.
No money, it ain ' t a crime
Robienie rzeczy po mojemu
Gonna make the front page news
My finger on the gun
Bang, bang, gets things done
You got nothing, nothing to lose
Street life, paying your dues
Gonna sing the young man blues
You got nothing, nothing to lose
Chcę dolarów, seksu, natychmiastowej sławy.
Let it rock, the name of the game
Ukradnij samochód, i jestem gotowy do walki
Fat cop gonna read ya your rights
I ' m lost on the heartbreak zone
Trzymaj się mocno, nie puszczaj, Nie, Nie, Nie masz nic, nic do stracenia
Street life, pay your dues
Gonna sing the young man blues
Fall from grace, child in time
"Born of thunder, one of a kind"
Ogień i lód, okrzyk bojowy
Powers within, they multiple, yeah
Oh…
Loose gun and I can ' t be beat
White trash kickin ' the street
A city bachor gone far from home
A City bachor don ' t want anymore,
My finger on the gun
A bang, bang gets things done
Yeah, yeah, yeah
You got nothing, nothing to lose
Street life, paying your dues
"Gonna sing the young man dues"
You got nothing
You got nothing, nothing to lose
Street life, paying your dues
Gonna sing the young man blues
You got nothing, nothing to lose
Musisz krzyczeć i walczyć
Hey, hey, yeah, hey, hey, yeah
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Nie, Nie, Nie, Nie, Nie Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Yeah, Yeah