To Kill A King — Family tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
Strona zawiera teksty i polskie tłumaczenie piosenki "Family", wykonawca: To Kill A King.
Tekst piosenki
When you go and the wind blows you home
You were wrong and the fault was your own
We were always gonna end up back here
Friends who stayed, ones who raged and wrote and appeared
The difference between a rut and a grave is an inch
Caught in between the earth and a rock like a pinch
I don’t sit so well
On the banks of Boston
You are in my blood
You are in my blood
And you hung up to dry and you’re strange
You’re strange god knows, but you’re loved, loved, loved
You resolve that you’re never looking back
You were young, far too young for words like that
We were always gonna end up back here
Friends who stayed ones who rage and wrote and appeared
The difference between a rut and a grave is an inch
Caught in between the earth and a rock like a pinch
I don’t sit so well
On the banks of Boston
You are my blood
You are my blood
You are my blood
You are my blood
You are my blood
You are my blood
You are my blood
You are my blood
You are my blood
You are my blood
You’re hung up to dry and you’re strange
You’re strange God knows but you’re loved, loved, loved
I don’t sit so well
On the banks of Boston
You are my blood
You are my blood
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
When you go and the wind blows you home
Myliłaś się, a to była twoja wina.
Zawsze mieliśmy tu wrócić.
Przyjaciele, którzy zostali, którzy szaleli, pisali i pojawiali się
Różnica między rutyną a grobem to cal.
Caught in between the earth and a rock like a pinch
Nie siedzę za dobrze.
On the banks of Boston
Jesteś w mojej krwi.
Jesteś w mojej krwi.
I odłożyłeś słuchawkę i jesteś dziwny
Jesteś dziwny Bóg wie, ale jesteś kochany, kochany, kochany
You resolve that you ' re never looking back
Byłeś młody, zbyt młody na takie słowa.
Zawsze mieliśmy tu wrócić.
Przyjaciele, którzy zostali, wściekli, pisali i pojawiali się.
Różnica między rutyną a grobem to cal.
Caught in between the earth and a rock like a pinch
Nie siedzę za dobrze.
On the banks of Boston
You are my blood
You are my blood
You are my blood
You are my blood
You are my blood
You are my blood
You are my blood
You are my blood
You are my blood
You are my blood
You 're hung up to dry and you' re strange
Jesteś dziwny Bóg wie, ale jesteś kochany, kochany, kochany
Nie siedzę za dobrze.
On the banks of Boston
You are my blood
You are my blood