The Beautiful South — Hit Parade tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
Strona zawiera teksty i polskie tłumaczenie piosenki "Hit Parade", wykonawca: The Beautiful South.
Tekst piosenki
No one wrote a song for me Just instrumental not too long
As sure as sure could ever be You’d only get the lyrics wrong
No solo Chet Baker ever played
lowered me slowly to my grave
The prose that Keats and Yates would save
was for King and Queen not knave
I have no poem that describes my charm
No story told that’s short and sweet
I have no hymn, I have no psalm
This song I have it has no beat
Yes it has no beat
No tapping of feet
Yes it has no beat
Miles Davis played the black 'n' blues
Did he play for me to lose?
Cause just when round midnight falls
That tune’s not his it’s Kenny Ball’s
Now on that graveyard on that grave
On that tombstone in the shade
No poem written, no accolade
No «We loved you"ever sprayed
There’s just this feeling from that moss
When epitaph you cannot read
he must have lived it at budget cost
So he deserves to be beneath
All that William Robinson wrote
not one of my pluses did he portray
those lyrics stuck right down my throat
I never hit
It never hit
My hit parade
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
No one wrote a song for me Just instrumental not too long
"As sure as sure could ever be You 'd only get the lyrics wrong"
Chet Baker nigdy nie grał solo
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The prose that Keats and Yates would save
dla króla i królowej, nie dla Waleta.
Nie mam wiersza, który opisywałby mój urok.
"No story told that ' s short and sweet"
Nie mam hymnu, nie mam Psalmu
This song I have it has no beat
Tak, nie ma rytmu.
Brak stukania stopami
Tak, nie ma rytmu.
Miles Davis grał black ' n ' blues
Grał dla mnie, żebym przegrał?
Cause just when round midnight falls
To nie jego melodia, to Kenny Ball.
Teraz na tym cmentarzu na tym grobie
Na nagrobku w cieniu
Nie napisano wiersza, nie wyróżniono
"We loved you"
Jest tylko to uczucie od tego mchu
"When epitaph you cannot read"
musiał żyć kosztem budżetu.
Więc zasługuje na to, by być poniżej.
Wszystko, co napisał William Robinson
nie przedstawiał żadnej z moich plusów.
te słowa utkwiły mi w gardle
I never hit
Nigdy nie uderzyła.
My hit parade