środa, 29 kwietnia 2009

The Who "Behind Blue Eyes"




No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes

No one knows what it's like
To be hated
To be fated
To telling only lies

But my dreams
They aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be

I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free

No one knows what it's like
To feel these feelings
Like I do
And I blame you!

No one bites back as hard
On their anger
None of my pain and woe
Can show through

But my dreams
They aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be

I have hours only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free



No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes

No one knows what it's like
To be hated
To be fated
To telling only lies

But my dreams
They aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be

I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free

No one knows what it's like
To feel these feelings
Like I do
And I blame you!

No one bites back as hard
On their anger
None of my pain and woe
Can show through

But my dreams
They aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be

I have hours only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free

When my fist clenches, crack it open
Before I use it and lose my cool
When I smile, tell me some bad news
Before I laugh and act like a fool

And If I swallow anything evil
Put your finger down my throat
And If I shiver, please give me a blanket
Keep me warm, let me wear your coat

No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes

When my fist clenches, crack it open
Before I use it and lose my cool
When I smile, tell me some bad news
Before I laugh and act like a fool

And If I swallow anything evil
Put your finger down my throat
And If I shiver, please give me a blanket
Keep me warm, let me wear your coat

No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes



Nikt nie wie jak to jest
być złym człowiekiem
być smutnym człowiekiem
za niebieskimi oczami
i nikt nie wie jak to jest
być znienawidzonym
być wyblakłym, mówiąc tylko kłamstwa

ale moje sny, one nie są puste
jak wydaje się być puste moje sumienie
moje godziny są samotne
moja miłość jest zemstą
która nie będzie nigdy wolna

nikt nie wie jak to jest
czuć te uczucia
jak ja czuję i winić ciebie
nikt nie odgryza się tak mocno w swoim gniewie
żaden mój ból i żal nie potrafi tego wyrazić

nikt nie wie jak to jest
być okrutnie traktowanym, być pokonanym
za smutnymi oczami

nikt nie wie jak to powiedzieć
mówią że jest im przykro i nie martw się
ja nie mówię kłamstw (ja nie kłamię)

nikt nie wie jak to jest
być złym człowiekiem
być smutnym człowiekiem
za niebieskimi oczami

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