Czerwony Tulipan

Czerwony Tulipan - Na ?rodku nieba Engelse vertaling songtekst

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In the Centre of Heaven

In the very centre of heaven
There is a huge bread oven
The most holy Baker is labouring
To bake well-shaped round loaves
Golden as haloes
Golden as haloes
Golden as haloes
Golden as haloes

	So that the hungry shall not be hungry
	That the gloomy ones become joyous
	That slumber disperses sleeplessness

	So that the hungry may not be hungry
	That the gloomy ones become joyous
	That slumber disperse sleeplessness

	La la, la la la lay la

Just behind the oven, as usually
A breathless teapot is whistling
Tables are covered with white tablecloth
Angels dressed in mini dresses
Are drawing tea
Are drawing tea
Are drawing tea
Are drawing tea

	So that the hungry may not be hungry ...

The Archangel goes up to the window
It’s raining outside, the Earth is getting wet
He calls out to the fiddle master:
Music is necessary
Music is necessary
Music is necessary
Music is necessary

	So that the hungry may not be hungry ...

He’s playing charmingly, no one listens
A fly has defiled the white of the serviettes
It's a long time since the tea has got cold
The angles have drooped their wings
The angles have drooped their wings
The angles have drooped their wings
The angles have drooped their wings

	And all the hungry are still hungry
	The gloomy ones are not joyous
	Sleeplessness is stronger than slumber
	La la, la la la lay la

	And all the hungry are still hungry
	The gloomy ones are not joyous
	Sleeplessness is stronger than slumber
	La la, la la la lay la

Na ?rodku nieba

Na samym ?rodku nieba
wznosi si? piec do chleba
Naj?wi?tszy Piekarz w mozole
wypieka kr?g?e bochenki
Z?ociste jak aureole
Z?ociste jak aureole
Z?ociste jak aureole
Z?ociste jak aureole

     ?eby g?odni nie byli g?odni
     By markotni byli pogodni
     By bezsenno?? sp?oszy? sen

     ?eby g?odni nie byli g?odni
     By markotni byli pogodni
     By bezsenno?? sp?oszy? sen

Tu? za piecem zwyczajny
Zdyszany gwi?d?e czajnik
Bia?o nakryte s? sto?y
Ubrane w kuse sukienki
Parz? herbat? anio?y
Parz? herbat? anio?y
Parz? herbat? anio?y
Parz? herbat? anio?y

     ?eby g?odni nie byli g?odni...

Staje archanio? w oknie
Za oknem deszcz, ziemia moknie
Wo?a do mistrza od smyczka:
"Potrzebna taka muzyczka...

     ?eby g?odni nie byli g?odni...

Cudnie gra, nikt nie s?ucha
Biel serwet skala?a mucha
Herbata dawno ostyg?a
Anio?om opad?y skrzyd?a
Anio?om opad?y skrzyd?a
Anio?om opad?y skrzyd?a
Anio?om opad?y skrzyd?a

     A g?odni dalej s? g?odni
     Markotni nie s? pogodni
     Bezsenno?? silniejsza ni? sen

     A g?odni dalej s? g?odni
     Markotni nie s? pogodni
     Bezsenno?? silniejsza ni? sen
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Copyrights:

Auteur: Dagna ?lepowro?ska

Componist: Stefan Brzozowski

Publisher: Agencja Artystyczna MTJ

Details:

Uitgegeven in: 1999

Taal: Pools

Vertalingen: Engels

Komt voor op: Jedyne, co mam (1996)

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