Czerwony Tulipan
Czerwony Tulipan - Na ?rodku nieba Engelse vertaling songtekst
Je score:
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
Vind dit lied op:
Copyrights:
Auteur: Dagna ?lepowro?ska
Componist: Stefan Brzozowski
Publisher: Agencja Artystyczna MTJ
Meer info:
- Land: Polen
- czerwonytulipan.olsztyn.pl/
Deze songtekst wordt hier getoond met toestemming van de Federatie van Muziekauteurs en Uitgevers (Femu).