Paroles et traduction sanah - Na grobie rycerz (M. Konopnicka)

Na grobie rycerz (M. Konopnicka)

Na grobie rycerz z dawnych lat
Z wzniesioną głową stoi
Na czole hełm, na ręku tarcz
A pierś zamknięta w zbroi

Wróżbę on kiedyś taką miał
Za dni swych, za żywota
Że kiedy kośbę skończy śmierć
Ozwie się trąba złota

I słucha w dzień i słucha w noc
Kamienne czoło wznosi
A śmierć tuż przy nim chodzi wzdłuż
I kosi i kosi, kosi

I czeka rycerz wieki dwa
Wśród śmierci stojąc żniwa
I słucha w dzień i słucha w noc
Czy trąba się odzywa

I rdza mogilna zjadła miecz
I hełm wyżarły deszcze
I w tarczę bije wiatr i śnieg
A rycerz czeka jeszcze

I słucha w dzień i słucha w noc
Kamienne czoło wznosi
A śmierć tuż przy nim chodzi wzdłuż
I kosi i kosi, kosi

I słucha w dzień i słucha w noc
Kamienne czoło wznosi
A śmierć tuż przy nim chodzi wzdłuż
I kosi i kosi, kosi

I słońce mu wypiło wzrok
I mchy wyrosły ze zbroi
I pierś pęknięta sypie proch
A rycerz ciągle stoi

I słońce mu wypiło wzrok (wypiło wzrok)
I mchy wyrosły ze zbroi (ze zbroi)
I pierś pęknięta sypie proch (sypie proch)
A rycerz ciągle stoi (ciągle stoi)

I słońce mu wypiło wzrok (wypiło wzrok)
I mchy wyrosły ze zbroi (ze zbroi)
I pierś pęknięta sypie proch (sypie proch)
A rycerz ciągle stoi (ciągle stoi)

I słońce mu wypiło wzrok (wypiło wzrok)
I mchy wyrosły ze zbroi (ze zbroi)
I pierś pęknięta sypie proch (sypie proch)
A rycerz ciągle stoi (ciągle stoi)

On the Knight's Grave (M. Konopnicka)

On the grave, a knight of bygone years,
Stands with his head held high.
A helm upon his brow, a shield in hand,
His chest encased in armor nigh.

A prophecy he once received,
During his life, his days of yore,
That when death's harvest would be complete,
A golden trumpet would loudly roar.

He listens day and night, he harkens near,
His stony brow he lifts on high,
And death beside him walks along,
And mows and mows and mows thereby.

For two long centuries he waits,
Amidst death's reaping, standing tall,
He listens day and night, he harkens near,
If the trumpet sounds its call.

And grave-rust has consumed his sword,
And rains have eaten through his helm,
The wind and snow beat on his shield,
Yet still the knight stands at the realm.

He listens day and night, he harkens near,
His stony brow he lifts on high,
And death beside him walks along,
And mows and mows and mows thereby.

He listens day and night, he harkens near,
His stony brow he lifts on high,
And death beside him walks along,
And mows and mows and mows thereby.

The sun has drunk his sight away,
And moss has grown upon his mail,
His shattered breast spills dust and clay,
Yet still the knight does not fail.

The sun has drunk his sight away (drunk his sight away),
And moss has grown upon his mail (upon his mail),
His shattered breast spills dust and clay (spills dust and clay),
Yet still the knight does not fail (does not fail).

The sun has drunk his sight away (drunk his sight away),
And moss has grown upon his mail (upon his mail),
His shattered breast spills dust and clay (spills dust and clay),
Yet still the knight does not fail (does not fail).

The sun has drunk his sight away (drunk his sight away),
And moss has grown upon his mail (upon his mail),
His shattered breast spills dust and clay (spills dust and clay),
Yet still the knight does not fail (does not fail).