The Prodigals — Comrades In The Dark tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
Strona zawiera teksty i polskie tłumaczenie piosenki "Comrades In The Dark", wykonawca: The Prodigals.
Tekst piosenki
Came a splendid golden sun
Across the darkened sky
Woke the bondsman from his dream
As it fell upon his eyes
Lit the ways of freedom’s path
Sent forth the singing lark
Bore a weeping blossom upon
Those flowers in the dark
Bloomed by country lane and town
In freedom’s fragrant scent
Giving heart to a weary folk
When a dark days came and went
Grew they strong and beautiful
Midst fortune cold and stark
Fairest flowers of their kind
Roses in the dark
Winds of war came sweeping cruel
But the blossom would not cry
How it broke freeman’s heart
To see the first rose die
Soldiers plucked the garden’s joy
And left a burning mark
Upon the silver petalled bloom
Those flowers in the dark
Flowers weep in dank cold cells
No sun to light their gloom
Suffer torture’s vilest scorn
Wither in their bloom
There they yield these lovely things
Oh, hear the freedom’s mark
They are the light to guide the poor
These flowers in the dark
Care not should we freemen die
Just to see the garden flower
Humble bluebell lifts its head
Rise in all its power
Hold a tear, torn sore in heart
'Twere a Joan of Arc
Each one of these saintly flowers
Who be in dungeons dark
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Came a splendid golden sun
Across the darkened sky
Obudził poręczyciela ze snu
Jak to spadło na jego oczy
/ Align = "left" / Spacewatch
Sent forth the singing lark
Nore a weeping blossom upon
Those flowers in the dark
Bloomed by country lane and town
In freedom ' s pachnący zapach
Giving heart to a weary folk
When a dark days came and went
Rosły silne i piękne
/ Align = "left" / Linear
Najpiękniejsze kwiaty w swoim rodzaju
Roses in the dark
Wichry wojny nadeszły okrutnie
But the blossom would not cry
Jak to złamało serce Freemana
Zobaczyć, jak umiera pierwsza róża
/ Align = "left" /
And left a burning mark
Upon the silver petalled bloom
Those flowers in the dark
"Flowers weep in dank cold cells"
No sun to light their gloom
/ Align = "left" /
Wither in their bloom
# Tam they give these lovely things
Usłysz znak wolności
Są światłem, które prowadzi biednych.
These flowers in the dark
Nie dbaj o to, czy my, wolni, umieramy.
Żeby zobaczyć kwiat w ogrodzie.
Humble bluebell unosi głowę
Rise in all its power
"Hold a tear, torn rule in heart"
# Patrz Joanna d ' Arc
Każdy z tych świętych kwiatów
"Who be in dungeons dark"