Sterbhaus — The King of the Red tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
Strona zawiera teksty i polskie tłumaczenie piosenki "The King of the Red", wykonawca: Sterbhaus.
Tekst piosenki
When the great Gods of the Olympus rose
And men gathered to celebrate those
Who never change but who held the reins
All the nations stooped and never cared
Never had guts to spare
King of the Red — The bearded dead
Summon the hordes in boots of led
With bolted doors then off to war
They will forgive in the end, after all it’s for
The rise of another Reich — Hailed and glorified
Yet now, when the game is over
The world is yet again
Astute and able to view with opened eyes
And to condemn them faraway everyday crimes
Put 'im in the box — This Russian fox
With furry chest and gun and ship him off
To hunt the lost
Hiding ‘neath the rainbow
There he will find an answer
Only he is looking for!
King of the Red — The bearded dead
Must stash his mustache — And shoot ‘em dead
With bolted doors then off to war
In the shadow of a self made idiot born
From underneath a wishful thinking
Of a third world war
While pencil pushing at the borders of the law
Now praise the host and raise the cup
In the name of the Gods this will never ever stop
Hail! Hail!
The King of the Red
Hail! Hail!
The King of the Red
King of the Red!
Siberia will await the fox
Open armed to welcome the defender of imperial arts
King of the Red!
This pale war mongerer
Hellbent on walking in the worn torn footsteps of the…
…dead Kings of the Red
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
When the great Gods of the Olympus rose
I ludzie zebrali się, by uczcić tych
Who never change but who held the Cuges
Wszystkie narody schyliły się i nigdy się nie troszczyły
"Never had guts to spare"
King Of The Red-The bearded dead
Wezwij Hordy w butach led
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W końcu wybaczą.
Powstanie kolejnej Rzeszy-okrzyknięte i gloryfikowane
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The world is yet again
Bystry i zdolny do widzenia z otwartymi oczami
I potępiać ich Dalekie codzienne zbrodnie
Put ' im in the box-This Russian fox
Z futrzaną skrzynią i pistoletem i wysłać go
To hunt the lost
"Hidin' neath the rainbow"
Tam znajdzie odpowiedź.
Tylko on go szuka!
King Of The Red-The bearded dead
Musi schować wąsy i ich zastrzelić.
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W cieniu samego siebie zrodzonego idioty
From underneath a wishful thinking
III wojna światowa
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Teraz chwal gospodarza i podnieś kielich
W imię bogów to się nigdy nie skończy
Hail! Hail!
The King Of The Red
Hail! Hail!
The King Of The Red
Król czerwonych!
Syberia czeka na lisa
Otwórz broń, by powitać obrońcę imperialnej sztuki.
Król czerwonych!
Ten blady wojownik
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... dead Kings of The Red