The The — Heartland tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
Strona zawiera teksty i polskie tłumaczenie piosenki "Heartland", wykonawca: The The.
Tekst piosenki
Beneath the old iron bridges, across the victorian parks,
& all the frightened people running home before dark,
Past the Saturday morning cinema--
that lies crumbling to the ground,
& the piss stinking shopping centre in the new side of town.
I’ve come to smell the seasons change, & watch the city,
as the sun goes down again.
Here comes another winter, of long shadows & high hopes,
Here comes another winter, waitin for utopia,
waitin for hell to freeze over.
This is the land, where nothing changes,
the land of red buses & blue blooded babies,
This is the place, where pensioners are raped,
& the hearts are being cut, from the welfare state,
Let the poor drink the milk, while the rich eat the honey,
Let the bums count their blessings, while they count the money.
So many people, can’t express what’s on their minds,
Nobody knows them & nobody ever will,
Until their backs are broken & their dreams are stolen,
& they can’t get what they want, then they’re gonna get angry!
Well it ain’t written in the papers, but its written on the walls
The way this country is divided to fall,
So the cranes are moving on the skyline--
Trying to knock down--this town
But the stains on the heartland, can never be removed,
from this country, that’s sick, sad, and confused.
The ammunition’s being passed, and the lords been praised,
But the wars on the televisions will never be explained,
All the bankers gettin sweaty, beneath their white collars,
As the pound in our pocket, turns into a dollar.
This is the 51st state--of the U. S. A.
(Repeat and fade.)
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Pod starymi żelaznymi mostami, przez wiktoriańskie parki,
all the frightened people running home before dark,
Past the Saturday morning cinema--
that lies crumbling to the ground,
& the piss stinking Shopping centre in the new side of town.
I ' ve come to smell the seasons change, & watch the city,
gdy słońce znów zajdzie.
Here comes another winter, of long shadows & high hopes,
Nadchodzi kolejna zima, czekając na utopię.,
czeka aż piekło zamarznie.
To jest ziemia, gdzie nic się nie zmienia,
The land of red buses & blue blooded babies,
To jest miejsce, gdzie emeryci są gwałceni.,
& the hearts are being cut, from the welfare state,
Niech biedni piją mleko, podczas gdy bogaci jedzą miód.,
Niech włóczędzy liczą swoje błogosławieństwa, podczas gdy liczą pieniądze.
Tak wielu ludzi nie potrafi wyrazić tego, co im chodzi po głowie.,
Nobody knows them & nobody ever will,
Until their backs are broken & their dreams are stolen,
& they can 't get what they want, then they' re gonna get angry!
Nie jest napisane w gazetach, ale na ścianach.
The way this country is divided to fall,
Więc dźwigi poruszają się po panoramie--
"Trying to knock down ... this town"
Ale plamy na sercu nigdy nie zostaną usunięte.,
z tego kraju, to chore, smutne i zdezorientowane.
Amunicja została przekazana, a lordowie zostali pochwaleni.,
Ale wojny na telewizorach nigdy nie zostaną wyjaśnione.,
Wszyscy bankierzy się pocą, pod ich białymi kołnierzami,
Jak funt w naszej kieszeni, zamienia się w dolara.
To 51. Stan USA.
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