TRAIN KEEPS GOING FROM AFAR

[Andrew Alexandre Owie]

Traditional and by Ryszard Rynkowski

TRAIN KEEPS GOING FROM AFAR

To live in idleness, to have no problems, 

To drink cold beer in the shade, 

To lie on lawns, to count clouds, 

To be joyful and bare-assed. 

To live in idleness, to pay no taxes

And avoid spots where they fight, 

To be at leisure, to kiss God's all Earth, 

That is what, O Lord, grant us! 

 

CHORUS

Train keeps going from afar, 

Not gonna wait for anyone.

Dear conductor, go ahead, 

Lest we'd be to Warsaw back.

Oh no, no, no,

Lest we'd be to Warsaw back. 

 

To live in idleness, to have no problems, 

To drink cool beer in the shade, 

To lie on lawns, to count clouds, 

To be joyful and bare-assed. 

But especially to be a blonde man, 

To have thick hair on the head, 

And in bed behind the curtains

To make love with girls all day.

 

To have soul above the nothings, 

To never blush and never flush, 

To eat a bushel salt with foes, 

That is what, O Lord, grant us! 

To ignore the latest headlines, 

To give some guests a piece of mind, 

To gnaw around the Goldfish's bones

In revenge for all it's done! 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Edytowane 11 Listopada 2020 przez Andrew Alexandre Owie (wyświetl historię edycji)