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19. Genzie - Bilet
Roy Orbison - Kaw-liga
Kaw-liga
Tekst dodał(a): olszus10
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Tłumaczenie dodał(a): adamusap
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Teledysk dodał(a): Kaziuk19
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Tekst piosenki:
Kaw-Liga was a wooden indian standing by the door
He fell in love with an indian maid over in the antique store
Kaw-Liga just stood there and never let it show
So she could never answer yes or no
He always wore his sunday feathers and held a tomahawk
The maiden wore her beads and braids and hoped someday he'd talk
Kaw-Liga, too stubborn to ever show a sign
Because his heart was made of knotty pine
Poor old kaw-liga, he never got a kiss
Poor old kaw-liga, he don't know what he missed
Is it any wonder that his face is red?
Kaw-Liga,that poor old wooden head
Kaw-Liga was a lonely indian, never went nowhere
His heart was set on the indian maid with the coal black hair
Kaw-Liga just stood there and never let it show
So she could never answer yes or no
Poor old kaw-liga, he never got a kiss
Poor old kaw-liga, he don't know what he missed
Is it any wonder that his face is red?
Kaw-Liga,that poor old wooden head
Then one day a wealthy customer bought the indian maid
And took her oh so far away, but old kaw-liga stayed
Kaw-Liga just stands there as lonely as can be
And wishes he was still an old pine tree
Poor old kaw-liga, he never got a kiss
Poor old kaw-liga, he don't know what he missed
Is it any wonder that his face is red?
Kaw-Liga,that poor old wooden head
Kaw-liga, Kaw-liga Kaw-Liga....
Kaw-Liga was a wooden indian standing by the door
He fell in love with an indian maid over in the antique store
Kaw-Liga just stood there and never let it show
So she could never answer yes or no
He always wore his sunday feathers and held a tomahawk
The maiden wore her beads and braids and hoped someday he'd talk
Kaw-Liga, too stubborn to ever show a sign
Because his heart was made of knotty pine
Poor old kaw-liga, he never got a kiss
Poor old kaw-liga, he don't know what he missed
Is it any wonder that his face is red?
Kaw-Liga,that poor old wooden head
Kaw-Liga was a lonely indian, never went nowhere
His heart was set on the indian maid with the coal black hair
Kaw-Liga just stood there and never let it show
So she could never answer yes or no
Poor old kaw-liga, he never got a kiss
Poor old kaw-liga, he don't know what he missed
Is it any wonder that his face is red?
Kaw-Liga,that poor old wooden head
Then one day a wealthy customer bought the indian maid
And took her oh so far away, but old kaw-liga stayed
Kaw-Liga just stands there as lonely as can be
And wishes he was still an old pine tree
Poor old kaw-liga, he never got a kiss
Poor old kaw-liga, he don't know what he missed
Is it any wonder that his face is red?
Kaw-Liga,that poor old wooden head
Kaw-liga, Kaw-liga Kaw-Liga....
He fell in love with an indian maid over in the antique store
Kaw-Liga just stood there and never let it show
So she could never answer yes or no
He always wore his sunday feathers and held a tomahawk
The maiden wore her beads and braids and hoped someday he'd talk
Kaw-Liga, too stubborn to ever show a sign
Because his heart was made of knotty pine
Poor old kaw-liga, he never got a kiss
Poor old kaw-liga, he don't know what he missed
Is it any wonder that his face is red?
Kaw-Liga,that poor old wooden head
Kaw-Liga was a lonely indian, never went nowhere
His heart was set on the indian maid with the coal black hair
Kaw-Liga just stood there and never let it show
So she could never answer yes or no
Poor old kaw-liga, he never got a kiss
Poor old kaw-liga, he don't know what he missed
Is it any wonder that his face is red?
Kaw-Liga,that poor old wooden head
Then one day a wealthy customer bought the indian maid
And took her oh so far away, but old kaw-liga stayed
Kaw-Liga just stands there as lonely as can be
And wishes he was still an old pine tree
Poor old kaw-liga, he never got a kiss
Poor old kaw-liga, he don't know what he missed
Is it any wonder that his face is red?
Kaw-Liga,that poor old wooden head
Kaw-liga, Kaw-liga Kaw-Liga....
Kaw-Liga was a wooden indian standing by the door
He fell in love with an indian maid over in the antique store
Kaw-Liga just stood there and never let it show
So she could never answer yes or no
He always wore his sunday feathers and held a tomahawk
The maiden wore her beads and braids and hoped someday he'd talk
Kaw-Liga, too stubborn to ever show a sign
Because his heart was made of knotty pine
Poor old kaw-liga, he never got a kiss
Poor old kaw-liga, he don't know what he missed
Is it any wonder that his face is red?
Kaw-Liga,that poor old wooden head
Kaw-Liga was a lonely indian, never went nowhere
His heart was set on the indian maid with the coal black hair
Kaw-Liga just stood there and never let it show
So she could never answer yes or no
Poor old kaw-liga, he never got a kiss
Poor old kaw-liga, he don't know what he missed
Is it any wonder that his face is red?
Kaw-Liga,that poor old wooden head
Then one day a wealthy customer bought the indian maid
And took her oh so far away, but old kaw-liga stayed
Kaw-Liga just stands there as lonely as can be
And wishes he was still an old pine tree
Poor old kaw-liga, he never got a kiss
Poor old kaw-liga, he don't know what he missed
Is it any wonder that his face is red?
Kaw-Liga,that poor old wooden head
Kaw-liga, Kaw-liga Kaw-Liga....
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Tłumaczenie :
Pokaż tłumaczenieKaw-Liga, był drewnianym Indianinem stojącym przy drzwiach
Zakochał się w Indiańskiej pokojówce pracującej w antykwariacie
Kaw-Liga, po prostu stał tam i nigdy nie dawał znaku
Więc nigdy nie mogła odpowiedzieć mu tak lub nie
Zawsze nosił swoje niedzielne pióra i trzymał Tomahawk'a
Dziewczyna nosiła koraliki i warkocze miał nadzieję, że pewnego dnia porozmawiają.
Kaw-Liga, był zbyt uparty by dać jakikolwiek znak
Ponieważ jego serce zostało wykonane z zawiłego, sosnowego drewna
Biedny, stary Kaw-Liga, nigdy nie dostał całusa
Biedny, stary Kaw-Liga, nie wie co stracił
Czy można się dziwić, że jego twarz jest czerwona
Kaw-Liga, biedna, stara drewniana głowa
Kaw-Liga był samotnym Indianinem, który nigdy nigdzie nie poszedł
Jego serce należało do Indiańskiej dziewczyny z włosami koloru węgla
Kaw-Liga po prostu stał tam i nigdy nie dawał żadnego znaku
Więc nigdy nie mogła odpowiedzieć mu tak lub nie
Pewnego dnia bogaty klient kupił Indiańską pokojówkę
I wziął ją, oh, tak daleko, ale stary Kaw-Liga został
Kaw-Liga, po prostu stoi tam tak samotny jakim tylko można być
I nadal chce być starą sosną
Biedny stary Kaw-Liga, nigdy nie dostał całusa
Biedny stary Kaw-Liga, nie wie co stracił
Czy to takie dziwne, że jego twarz jest czerwona
Kaw-Liga, biedna, stara drewniana głowa
tłumaczenie od: @milordowa
[tekstowo.pl/piosenka,hank_williams,kaw_liga.html]
Zakochał się w Indiańskiej pokojówce pracującej w antykwariacie
Kaw-Liga, po prostu stał tam i nigdy nie dawał znaku
Więc nigdy nie mogła odpowiedzieć mu tak lub nie
Zawsze nosił swoje niedzielne pióra i trzymał Tomahawk'a
Dziewczyna nosiła koraliki i warkocze miał nadzieję, że pewnego dnia porozmawiają.
Kaw-Liga, był zbyt uparty by dać jakikolwiek znak
Ponieważ jego serce zostało wykonane z zawiłego, sosnowego drewna
Biedny, stary Kaw-Liga, nigdy nie dostał całusa
Biedny, stary Kaw-Liga, nie wie co stracił
Czy można się dziwić, że jego twarz jest czerwona
Kaw-Liga, biedna, stara drewniana głowa
Kaw-Liga był samotnym Indianinem, który nigdy nigdzie nie poszedł
Jego serce należało do Indiańskiej dziewczyny z włosami koloru węgla
Kaw-Liga po prostu stał tam i nigdy nie dawał żadnego znaku
Więc nigdy nie mogła odpowiedzieć mu tak lub nie
Pewnego dnia bogaty klient kupił Indiańską pokojówkę
I wziął ją, oh, tak daleko, ale stary Kaw-Liga został
Kaw-Liga, po prostu stoi tam tak samotny jakim tylko można być
I nadal chce być starą sosną
Biedny stary Kaw-Liga, nigdy nie dostał całusa
Biedny stary Kaw-Liga, nie wie co stracił
Czy to takie dziwne, że jego twarz jest czerwona
Kaw-Liga, biedna, stara drewniana głowa
tłumaczenie od: @milordowa
[tekstowo.pl/piosenka,hank_williams,kaw_liga.html]
Historia edycji tłumaczenia
| Tekst: |
Williams Hiriam Hank, Rose Fred Edytuj metrykę |
|---|---|
| Muzyka: |
Williams Hiriam Hank, Rose Fred |
| Rok wydania: |
1970 |
| Wykonanie oryginalne: |
Hank Williams with His Drifting Cowboys (1953). |
| Covery: |
Del Shannon, Loretta Lynn, Roy Orbison, Conway Twitty, Don Gibson, Marty Robbins, Roy Acuff, The Residents |
| Płyty: |
Hank Williams The Roy Orbison Way (LP, 1970 / CD, 2015) |
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