Robbie Robertson — Soap Box Preacher tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
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Soap Box Preacher
Soap box preacher standing on the corner
And all the people they would gather round
You speak of faith with a blaze of glory
But those that fear they wanna knock you down
Nobody knows where you live
Where do you go in the naked night
All of the prophets that come before you
They can hear your lonesome cry
When you’re out there in the night
All alone
When you’re staring in the light
At the end of the road
In those proud shoes, coming on up the alley
In those proud shoes, walks all over the sky
Then he tipped his hat just like don quixote
And said don’t let the rapture pass you by Heard a bugle blowing in the misty morning
What a haunting sound over times square
Heard of the ghost of 52nd street
Looked out the door but no one was there
Out in the cold harlem rain
I went looking for this minstrel man
Played me a song to ease the pain
With a salvation army band
When you’re out there on the dark
All alone
When you’re sleeping in the park
At the end of the road
In the neon wilderness and the ashphalt jungle
He carries his cross of passion
Through the wreckage and the rumble
In those proud shoes, coming on up the alley
In those proud shoes, walks all over the sky
Then he tipped his hat just like don quixote
And said don’t let the rapture
Don’t let the rapture pass you by Don’t let it pass you by
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
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Mydlany Kaznodzieja
Mydlany kaznodzieja stojący na rogu
I wszyscy ludzie, których zgromadzili
Mówisz o wierze w blasku chwały
But those that fear they wanna knock you down
Nikt nie wie, gdzie mieszkasz.
"Where do you go in the naked night"
Wszyscy prorocy, którzy przyszli przed tobą
"They can hear your lonesome cry"
When you ' re out there in the night
All alone
When you ' re staring in the light
Na końcu drogi
W tych dumnych butach, idąc w górę alejki
W tych dumnych butach, spaceruje po niebie
Potem przechylił kapelusz, tak jak don Kichot.
And said don ' t let the rapture pass you by Heard a bugle blowing in the misty morning
Co za nawiedzony dźwięk na times square
Heard of the ghost of 52nd street
Wyjrzałam przez drzwi, ale nikogo tam nie było.
Out in the cold harlem rain
Szukałem tego minstrela.
Played me a song to ease the pain
Z zespołem Armii Zbawienia
When you ' re out there on the dark
All alone
When you ' re sleeping in the park
Na końcu drogi
In the Neon wilderness and the ashfalt jungle
Nosi krzyż Męki Pańskiej
Through the wreckage and the rumble
W tych dumnych butach, idąc w górę alejki
W tych dumnych butach, spaceruje po niebie
Potem przechylił kapelusz, tak jak don Kichot.
And said don ' t let the rapture
Don 't let the rapture pass you by Don' t let it pass you by