Mark Knopfler — Privateering tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
Strona zawiera teksty i polskie tłumaczenie piosenki "Privateering", wykonawca: Mark Knopfler.
Tekst piosenki
Yon’s my privateer
See how trim she lies
To every man a lucky hand
And every man a prize
I live to ride the ocean
The mighty world around
To take a little plunder
And to hear the cannon sound
To lay with pretty women
To drink Madeira wine
To hear the rollers thunder
On a shore that isn’t mine
Privateering we will go Privateering, yo ho ho ho Privateering we will go Yo ho ho, yo ho ho
The people on your man o' war
Are treated worse than scum
I’m no flogging captain
And by God I’ve sailed with some
Come with me to Barbary
We’ll ply there up and down
Not quite exactly
In the service of the Crown
To lay with pretty women
To drink Madeira wine
To hear the rollers thunder
On a shore that isn’t mine
Privateering we will go Privateering, yo ho ho ho Privateering we will go Yo ho ho, yo ho ho
Look’ee there’s my privateer
She’s small but she can sting
Licensed to take prizes
With a letter from the King
I love the streets and taverns
Of a pretty foreign town
Tip my hat to the dark-eyed ladies
As we sally up and down
To lay with pretty women
To drink Madeira wine
To hear the rollers thunder
On a shore that isn’t mine
Privateering we will go Privateering, yo ho ho ho Privateering we will go Yo ho ho, yo ho ho
Britannia needs her privateers
Each time she goes to war
Death to all her enemies
Though prizes matter more
Come with me to Barbary
We’ll ply there up and down
Not quite exactly
In the service of the Crown
To lay with pretty women
To drink Madeira wine
To hear the rollers thunder
On a shore that isn’t mine
Privateering we will go Privateering, yo ho ho ho Privateering we will go Yo ho ho, yo ho ho
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Yon ' s my privateer
See how Trimble she lies
Każdy ma szczęście.
I każdy człowiek nagrodę
I live to ride the ocean
The mighty world around
To take a little plunder
I usłyszeć dźwięk armaty
To lay with pretty women
Do picia wina Madera
To hear the rollers thunder
On a shore that isn ' t mine
Privateering we will go Privateering, yo ho ho ho Privateering we will go Yo ho ho, yo ho ho
The people on your man O ' war
Są traktowani gorzej niż szumowiny
Nie Jestem kapitanem chłostą.
I na Boga, żeglowałem z kilkoma
Chodź ze mną do Barbary.
We ' ll ply there up and down
Niezupełnie.
W służbie Korony
To lay with pretty women
Do picia wina Madera
To hear the rollers thunder
On a shore that isn ' t mine
Privateering we will go Privateering, yo ho ho ho Privateering we will go Yo ho ho, yo ho ho
# Patrz mój kapral
Jest mała, ale potrafi użądlić.
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Listem od króla
Kocham ulice i tawerny
Of a pretty foreign town
"Tip my hat to the dark-eyed ladies"
As we sally up and down
To lay with pretty women
Do picia wina Madera
To hear the rollers thunder
On a shore that isn ' t mine
Privateering we will go Privateering, yo ho ho ho Privateering we will go Yo ho ho, yo ho ho
Britannia potrzebuje swoich Kaprów
Za każdym razem, gdy idzie na wojnę
Śmierć wszystkim jej wrogom
Choć nagrody liczą się bardziej
Chodź ze mną do Barbary.
We ' ll ply there up and down
Niezupełnie.
W służbie Korony
To lay with pretty women
Do picia wina Madera
To hear the rollers thunder
On a shore that isn ' t mine
Privateering we will go Privateering, yo ho ho ho Privateering we will go Yo ho ho, yo ho ho