Tara Nevins — Beauty Of Days Gone By tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
Strona zawiera teksty i polskie tłumaczenie piosenki "Beauty Of Days Gone By", wykonawca: Tara Nevins.
Tekst piosenki
When I recall just how it felt
When I went walking down by the lake
My soul was free, my heart awake
When I walked down in to the town
The mountain air was fresh and clear
The sun was up behind the hill
It felt so good to be alive
On that morning in spring
I want to sing this song for you
I want to lift your spirits high
And in my soul I want to feel
The beauty of the days gone by The beauty of the days gone by It brings a longing to my soul
To contemplate my own true self
And keep me young as I grow old
The beauty of the days gone by The music that we used to play
So lift your glass and raise it high
To the beauty of the days gone by I sing it from the mountain top
Down to the valley, down below
Because my cup does overflow
With the beauty of the days gone by The mountain glen where we used to roam
The garden down by the railroad track
Oh, my memory, it does not lie
For the beauty of the days gone by The beauty of the days gone by It brings a longing to my soul
To contemplate my own true self
And keep me young as I grow old
And keep me young as I grow old
And keep me young as I grow old
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Kiedy sobie przypomnę, jak to było.
Kiedy szedłem nad jezioro
My soul was free, my heart awake
When I walked down to the town
Górskie powietrze było świeże i czyste
The sun was up behind the hill
It felt so good to be alive
On that morning in spring
I want to sing this song for you
Chcę podnieść Cię na duchu.
And in my soul I want to feel
Piękno dni, które minęły, piękno dni, które minęły, przynosi tęsknotę do mojej duszy.
By kontemplować moje prawdziwe ja
And keep me young as I grow old
The beauty of the days gone by the music that we used to play
So lift your glass and raise it high
Za piękno minionych dni śpiewam to z góry
Down to The valley, down below
Bo mój kubek jest przepełniony.
With the beauty of the days gone by the mountain glen where we used to roam
Ogród przy torach kolejowych
Moja pamięć nie kłamie.
* For the beauty of the days gone by the beauty of the days gone by * * to brings a longing to my soul *
By kontemplować moje prawdziwe ja
And keep me young as I grow old
And keep me young as I grow old
And keep me young as I grow old