Tired Pony — Ravens And Wolves tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
Strona zawiera teksty i polskie tłumaczenie piosenki "Ravens And Wolves", wykonawca: Tired Pony.
Tekst piosenki
I remember every detail of it The smells of the orange grove
Your dress, and the way it hung upon you
That look that was in your eyes
At that time in the day, the sun was weary
And that weariness bled to us With your hands you could steady any vessel
And those hands wiped the blood from me We are not the lions of the daylight, daylight
We are more like wolves in dead of night, night
We are more the raven in the schoolyard, schoolyard
Than all the larks about to sing, sing
I remember calm before this chaos
The sound as the coffee boiled
And the clear cup I watched the sugar melt in In this stillness, a nagging thought
We are not the lions of the daylight, daylight
We are more like wolves in dead of night, night
We are more the raven in the schoolyard, schoolyard
Than all the larks about to sing, sing
We are not the lions of the daylight, daylight
We are more like wolves in dead of night, night
We are more the raven in the schoolyard, schoolyard
Than all the larks about to sing, sing
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Pamiętam każdy szczegół. zapach gaju pomarańczowego.
Twoja suknia, i sposób, w jaki wisiała na Tobie
To spojrzenie, które było w twoich oczach
O tej porze dnia słońce było zmęczone
I to znużenie krwawiło do nas Twoimi rękoma możesz utrzymać każde naczynie
I te ręce wytarły ze mnie krew nie jesteśmy lwami dnia, dnia
We are more like wolves in dead of night, night
We are more the raven in the schoolyard, schoolyard
Than all the Sarks about to sing, sing
Pamiętam spokój przed tym chaosem.
The sound as the coffee boiled
And the clear cup I watched the sugar melting in In this stillness, a nękająca myśl
We are not the lions of the daylight, daylight
We are more like wolves in dead of night, night
We are more the raven in the schoolyard, schoolyard
Than all the Sarks about to sing, sing
We are not the lions of the daylight, daylight
We are more like wolves in dead of night, night
We are more the raven in the schoolyard, schoolyard
Than all the Sarks about to sing, sing