Kult - Dom wschodzącego słońca
W ciemnej tej celi na zgniłym posłaniu
Młody gitfunfel kopyrta
Pikawa mu stawa w tem wolnym konaniu
To młody gitfunfel kopyrta
Przy jego tem koju gitsiorka przycupła
Młodemu gitowi nawija:
Ty wrócisz do funfli, ty wrócisz do zgredki
Gdy tylko zakwitną nagietki Nad ranem znaleźli młodego gitowca
Złożyli go w ciemnej mogile
A gity, jak stali, się wszystkie chlastali
To młody gitfunfel kopyrtnął
W ciemnej tej celi na zgniłym posłaniu
Młody gitfunfel kopyrtaKult - Dom wschodzącego słońca - http://ru.motolyrics.com/kult/dom-wschodzacego-slonca-lyrics-english-translation.html
Pikawa mu stawa w tem wolnym konaniu
To młody gitfunfel kopyrta Przy jego tem koju gitsiorka przycupła
Młodemu gitowi nawija:
Ty wrócisz do funfli, ty wrócisz do zgredki
Gdy tylko zakwitną nagietki
Nad ranem znaleźli młodego gitowca
Złożyli go w ciemnej mogile
A gity, jak stali, się wszystkie chlastali
to młody gitfunfel kopyrtnął A gity, jak stali, się wszystkie chlastali
To młody gitfunfel kopyrtnął
A gity, jak stali, się wszystkie chlastali
To młody gitfunfel kopyrtnął
Kult - the House of the Rising Sun (Английский перевод)
In a dark cell, on a rotten bed
a young prisoner is dying
His heart stops as he's dying slowly
This young prisoner is dying
a woman prisoner squatted down by his bed
She's telling this young prisoner:
You'll come back to your friends, you'll come back to your wife
As soon as the marigolds blossom
They found the young prisoner in the morning
They've entombed him in a dark grave
And the prisoners, as they were standing, they were all cutting themselves
That young prisoner diedKult - Dom wschodzącego słońca - http://ru.motolyrics.com/kult/dom-wschodzacego-slonca-lyrics-english-translation.html
In a dark cell, on a rotten bed
a young prisoner is dying
His heart stops as he's dying slowly
This young prisoner is dying
a woman prisoner squatted down by his bed
She's telling this young prisoner:
You'll come back to your friends, you'll come back to your wife
As soon as the marigolds blossom
They found the young prisoner in the morning
They've entombed him in a dark grave
And the prisoners, as they were standing, they were all cutting themselves
That young prisoner died