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Babe Ruth - The Runaways
The Runaways
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Tekst piosenki: Babe Ruth - The Runaways
THE RUNAWAYS
Man on a sidewalk, stone cold
He's carrying everyone's load
And a tear in his eye
Mirrors moon in black sky
His dreams have been building too high
Now he's finding he's lost every way
Hopes shattering one by one day
Don't you trust no one's heart
'Cause they'll tear you apart
And they'll laugh as you're runnin' away
“The time has now come”
Said the boy on the run
To the crowd as they all turned him away
Don't you give me no hard luck up-raised
Don't you give me more reasons to hate
'Cause the saints of tyour yard
Have been acting too hard
Won't you clear out before it's too late
“The time has now come”
Said the man with the gun
To the crowd as they all turned away
“The time has now come”
Said the man with the gun
To the crowd as they all turned away
Man on a sidewalk, stone cold
He's carrying everyone's load
And a tear in his eye
Mirrors moon in black sky
His dreams have been building too high
Now he's finding he's lost every way
Hopes shattering one by one day
Don't you trust no one's heart
'Cause they'll tear you apart
And they'll laugh as you're runnin' away
“The time has now come”
Said the boy on the run
To the crowd as they all turned him away
Don't you give me no hard luck up-raised
Don't you give me more reasons to hate
'Cause the saints of tyour yard
Have been acting too hard
Won't you clear out before it's too late
“The time has now come”
Said the man with the gun
To the crowd as they all turned away
“The time has now come”
Said the man with the gun
To the crowd as they all turned away
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| Tekst: |
Alan Shacklock / David Whiting Edytuj metrykę |
|---|---|
| Muzyka: |
Alan Shacklock / David Whiting |
| Wykonanie oryginalne: |
Babe Ruth |
| Płyty: |
First Base (LP 1972), First Base / Amar Caballero (CD, 1998) |
Komentarze (2):
'Nie możesz dać mi z trudem podniesionego szczęścia' to zdanie kompletnie pozbawione sensu i nie pasuje w ogóle do kontekstu, co prawda ładnie brzmi ale chyba nie o to w tym wszystkich chodzi.. ang. 'luck' to szczęście ale już połączone 'hard luck' znaczy coś zupełnie odwrotnego czyli pech..
taki cudowny tekst zasługuje na dobre tłumaczenie... tutaj niestety trochę niedopracowane