Lyrics
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Świat ma mniejszą rozdzielczość
Nikt wciąż nie wymyślił okularów
Przez które wyglądałby piękniej
Szaleńcy w Internecie
Kłamią z poważaniem
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Za dnia nie zawsze jest jaśniej
Ref.
Czy to wiekuiste światło?
Czy tylko pożar, bo kościół płonie?
Przejeżdżam przez puste miasto
W przeładowanym wagonie
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Pewnie mam zakłamany obraz
A władcy wciąż dzielą się światem
Na podobieństwo Boga
A Bóg jest dziś małą dziewczynką
Mówią, że „zaburzoną społecznie”
Co w ręku trzyma latarkę
W razie awarii oświetleń
I kto ma być temu winien?
Zły król, prezydent chaosu
Czy właśnie ci raczej,
co dotrzymują mu kroku?
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Świat ma mniejszą rozdzielczość
Nikt wciąż nie wymyślił okularów
Przez które wyglądałby pięknie
Widział jak kwiaty polne
Nisko schylały głowy
Klękały, potem znikały
Magnolie szeroko rozplotły gałęzie
Jakby go chciały ostrzec przed nocą
A czarny wiatr nie ustawał
Śpiewał swe głuche pieśni
A czarny wiatr nie ustawał
Przynosił niedobre wieści
Widział jak płomień się zbliżał
Za sobą wlókł czarny welon
Na polach zostawiał tylko
Smutek i Armageddon
Ref.
Choć starał się godzinami
Ugasić go wodą, ugasić modlitwą
To nie podołał Siewca gestami
I razem z polem swym zniknął
I nikt nie mógł pożaru zgasić
Płonęły pola i lasy
A dzwony w kościołach dzwoniły
Głośno na sądne godziny
Tłumaczenie : Michał Wiraszko
Dostrzegam stalowe chmury
Czy tak właśnie smakuje strach?
Czy to ta siła co przenosi góry?
Słyszę pioruny i dzień sądu w snach
A chmury bliżej i bliżej
Niedobry wiatr znowu wieje
Z szaleńców robi ofiary
Bo przecież „rzeczy się dzieją”
Tylko na szczytach władzy
Rzucamy okrągłe zdania
Na coraz mniej okrągłej planecie
Ref.
Nie zatrzymasz natury
Zwłaszcza na użytek własny
Możesz próbować do śmierci
Swojej siostry i brata
Zdradzać i oszukiwać
Lecz nie zatrzymasz świata
Leją ulewne deszcze
Na wszystkie głowy na świecie
Te, które kłamią i te
Które jeszcze się śmieją
A deszcze leją i leją
Tłumaczenie: Michał Wiraszko
There’s music in my ears
I’m strolling down the road
That will lead me to a place
Where tango dancers go
I’m looking for a woman
That I met in a cantina
I want to see her dancing
See the passion when it flows
Ref
Smooth is the dance
This is the chance
The night is kind of moist
The air shivers of perfume
She’s sitting by the table
Like a flower in full bloom
She’ waits for the Latino
To show up, and lead her through the tango
His a dark, handsome gaucho
A dream. One far of gone
Ref.
Smooth is the dance
This is the chance
Eyes meet and hands clutch
Hips moves and bodies touch
The music is like the ocean’s rhythm
And they’re floating in the sea
His breath has a touch of tobacco
Sweat drips as the dance goes
His chin against her forehead
They’re like shadows in the night
Ref
Smooth is the dance
This is the chance
The dance live as the strong wind
Her hair is wildly from the swirling
Heavy passion flirting
Might be a night to win
He dances like Mr. Lorenzo
The man in the old cantina
The one she uses to dream of
In days far of gone
Ref.
Smooth is the dance
This is the chance
She pulls off her shoes when the dance ends
The Latino went through the entrance
He was that kind of man
Who appears in dreams?
I put down my glass of bourbon
Slide through the door not to disturb them
I’ve seen enough of the dancing
Those days are far from gone.
Ref.
Smooth is the dance
This is the chance
There’s a gentle breeze whispering as she went for a swim
In the river by her home, in the country up north
Her raven black hair came alive in the stream
In the crystal clear water, she looked like a dream
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The girl by the river is blessed by nature
She’s like a fire on a frosty morn.
Her beauty’s stunning like the blooming heather
She’s pure as the honey from the moor
The deep river blues run through her veins
As she sings to her children sweet lullabies
Songs she remembers her grandma used to sing
In the evening shadows by the candlelight
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The girl by the river is blessed by nature
She’s like a fire on a frosty morn.
Her beauty’s stunning like the blooming heather
She’s pure as the honey from the moor
Once she moved to the city, for the love of her life
He promised her diamonds if she would be his wife
After three babies born His drinking went astray
Their love turned to rust, and she blew him away
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The girl by the river is blessed by nature
She’s like a fire on a frosty morn.
Her beauty’s stunning like the blooming heather
She’s pure as the honey from the moor
The northern lights on fire. On a cold, frosty night
The grouse is nesting in the morning light
Here nobody owns you That’s your kind of life
When one story’s told another comes alive
She sat on her porch, and her mind slipped away
’bout how life is changing throughout the day
You wake up as one person in the morning so bright
And you end up changed, in the dimming of the light
Ref.
The girl by the river is blessed by nature
She’s like a fire on a frosty morn.
Her beauty’s stunning like the blooming heather
She’s pure as the honey from the moor
He wishes he still was there to hear your song
The sweet, sweet tune, from the days that’s gone.
He should not gulp down the jug of wine.
But he was so obsessed by your junky mind.
You told him about your father and his neurotic game
How he treated your mother that died in shame.
His lips touched your eyelid at the break of day.
You were still asleep when he did slide away
He will never return that’s my point of view
Not that he doesn’t want, but you won’t let him do.
Don’t blame yourself for letting him in
It was he who left with his head full of sin
I stumbled upon you at the dancing hall
Not that you saw me, and I don’t dance at all.
But I noticed you left with your raincoat on
I grabbed my jacket and tried to track you down
But you were lost in the haze and the night was on the wane
I felt an emptiness I’ll never feel again.
In the front of your house, I saw his car lined up
He was sitting there waiting for you to show up
You were changing clothes with the curtains drawn
But the light from the room made your silhouette shown
I turned on the light and felt kind of queasy.
I was no better than him that I thought was so sleazy.
I met him in the park one rainy night
His hair greased by blood and his hands were tied
He staggered around with flickering eyes
He couldn’t even talk because of the fight
But I recognized her shoe left on the path
And I thought It was her I saw running so fast
I left him out there. He was knocked out easy
Like a train, I run, and I saw her just briefly
When she passed the bar where I drink my gin
It was now the moment to catch my queen
The rain pouring down and my poor heart was strumming
As I hold her in my arms, I felt the whole world was humming
There’s a dandy in a bar
Drinking vodka as his meal
He had one too many women
Some of them for real
Roll on, Roll-on
What might have been your scheme?
It just ended like a dream.
At the mirror on the wall
She squinting all in vain
Heavy makeup hiding
Lines caused by pain
Roll on, Roll-on
What might have been your scheme?
It just ended like a dream.
Man stand blinded by the sun
In his hands a hunting gun
His factory shut down
A family on the run
The future black as night
No morning light insight
What might have been your scheme?
Just ended as a dream
Roll on. Roll-on
What might have been your scheme?
It just ended like a dream.
Widow steering through the glass
As she’s waiting for the past
But the past is not to come
He is forever gone
Roll on, Roll-on
What might have been your scheme?
Ended like a dream
In the glow of the dim streetlight
Restless she’s waiting for a ride
A needle keeps the spirit upright
In the middle of the night
A black Mercedes gliding
Down along the Ocean Boulevard
Seeking the hungry hour
In the middle of the night
Ref.
No moonbeam pierce through midnight
No cold iron stars to see
A saxophone plays a love song
Through the gate of liberty
The peddler on faltering steps
Soon ready to fade away
Too much downtown bourbon
In the middle of the night
She pulled on her faded nightgown
Bought for the better days
Dreaming of her long-gone lover
In the middle of the night
Ref.
No moonbeam pierce through midnight
No cold iron stars to see
A saxophone plays a love song
Through the gate of liberty
Someone lies in the gutter
in the glow of the dim street light
A black Mercedes gliding away
In the middle of the night
I’m gazing out my window
Were Bluebells praise the day
I then recall a story
My mind was swept away
About a family in the mountains
Where life is harsh and rough
How they hold on to their dream
In worship faith and endless love
Ref.
The wind blows smoothly as the day run slowly
And you know there is no sin in true love.
Laurie was the oldest
Her age was 17
A radiant kind of beauty
Dressed in linen from the field