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Foster The People - Pumped Up Kicks

Tłumaczenie:


Robert ma szybką rękę
Rozejrzy się po pokoju
Nie zdradzi ci swojego planu
Ma skręconego papierosa
Wystającego z jego ust
Jest dzieciakiem kowbojem

Tak! Znalazł rewolwer
W szafce jego ojca, w pudle z zabawkami
Nawet nie wiem nawet co jeszcze,
Ale to po was idzie, tak, to po was idzie

Ref.
Wszystkie dzieciaki w wypasionych trampkach
Lepiej biegnijcie, lepiej biegnijcie, uciekajcie przed moją spluwą
Wszystkie dzieciaki w wypasionych trampkach
Lepiej biegnijcie, lepiej biegnijcie, szybciej niż mój pocisk /x2

Tatuś pracuje całymi dniami
Wróci do domu późno, o tak wróci późno
I przyniesie mi niespodziankę
Bo obiad jest w kuchni i jest mrożony

Czekałem przez długi czas
Moje zręczne ręce teraz szybko pociągają za spust
Przekonuję moim papierosem
I mówię “Twoje włosy płoną, chyba straciłeś rozum, co nie?”

Ref.
Wszystkie dzieciaki w wypasionych trampkach
Lepiej biegnijcie, lepiej biegnijcie, uciekajcie przed moją spluwą
Wszystkie dzieciaki w wypasionych trampkach
Lepiej biegnijcie, lepiej biegnijcie, szybciej niż mój pocisk /x2

Ref.
Wszystkie dzieciaki w wypasionych trampkach
Lepiej biegnijcie, lepiej biegnijcie, uciekajcie przed moją spluwą
Wszystkie dzieciaki w wypasionych trampkach
Lepiej biegnijcie, lepiej biegnijcie, szybciej niż mój pocisk /x4

Tekst piosenki:


Robert's got a quick hand.
He'll look around the room,
he wont tell you his plan.
He's got a rolled cigarette
hanging out his mouth.
He's a cowboy kid.

Yeah! He found a six-shooter gun
in his dad's closet, hidden in a box of fun things.
I don't even know what,
but it's coming for you. Yeah, it's coming for you, hey!

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,
You better run, better run, out run my gun.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,
You better run, better run, faster than my bullet.

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,
You'd better run, better run, out run my gun.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,
You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet.

Daddy works a long day.
He'll be coming home late, yeah he's coming home late.
And he's bringing me a surprise.
'cause dinner's in the kitchen and it's packed in ice

I've waited for a long time.
Yeah the slight of my hand is now a quick pull trigger.
I reason with my cigarette,
And say, 'Your hair's on fire, you must have lost your wits' yeah

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,
You'd better run, better run, out run my gun.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,
You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet.

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,
You'd better run, better run, out run my gun.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,
You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet.

(Run, Run, Run, Run. Run, Run.
R-Run, Run, Run.
R-Run.
R-Run, Run, Run.
R-Run.
Run, Run.
Run, Run.
Run, Run, Run.)

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,
You'd better run, better run, out run my gun.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,
You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet.

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,
You'd better run, better run, out run my gun.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,
You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet.

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,
You'd better run, better run, out run my gun.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,
You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet.

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,
You'd better run, better run, out run my gun.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,
You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet.