🏉 Take Me To Church Tekst Po Polsku

The Church is located at 48 Madison Street, Sag Harbor, NY 11963. Entrance is free and open to the public Wednesday-Sunday 12:00 PM-5:00 PM, and by appointment by calling 631-919-5342. Follow me Zabierz mnie do kościoła. Będę czcić Cię jak pies pod świątynią Twych kłamstw. Wyznam Ci swe grzechy, możesz już ostrzyć swój nóż. Daj mi tę nieśmiertelną śmierć. Dobry Boże, pozwól mi oddać Ci swe życie. Żadnych panów i królów, kiedy zaczyna się rytuał. Nie ma słodszej niewinności niż nasz subtelny grzech. Take Me To ChurchLyrics 🎧She's the giggle at a funeralKnows everybody's disapprovalI should've worshiped her soonerIf the Heavens ever did speakShe's the la Is í an scig-gháire ag sochraid. Tá a fhios aici faoi míshástacht na gach duine. Ba cheart dom í a adhair níos luaithe. Má mbíonn na flaithis ag labhairt riamh. Is í an fíorbhéal neamhoifigiúil is deireanaí. Tá gach Domhnach ag éirí níos dearóile. Nimh úr gach seachtain. 'Rugadh muid tinn,' chuala tú iad ag abair é. Lirik lagu dan terjemahan bahasa indonesia.🎵 Judul : Take Me To Church🎙️ Penyanyi : HozierJangan lupa untuk subscribe channel DeLirik, like dan share video "Take Me to Church" by Hozier is a super interesting song, and it's got a lot of depth behind its meaning. Enjoy my explanation!My blog post on "Take Me to C А вот и полная версия Hozier - Take Me To Church на русском :)ЗАПИСЬ НА УРОКИ И ВСЕ МОИ СОЦСЕТИ:https://taplink Offer me that deathless death. And good God, let me give you my life. Take me to church. I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies. I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife Command me to be well. Amen. Amen. Amen. Amen. Take me to church. I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies. I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife. Offer me that deathless death. Good God, let me give you my life . If I’m a pagan of the good times. My lover’s the sunlight. To keep the Goddess on my side. 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Hozier - Take Me To Church Tekst piosenki: Tłumaczenie: My lover's got humour She's the giggle at a funeral Knows everybody's disapproval I should've worshipped her sooner If the heavens ever did speak She is the last true mouthpiece Every Sunday's getting more bleak A fresh poison each week 'We were born sick' You heard them say it My church offers no absolutes She tells me 'worship in the bedroom' The only heaven I'll be sent to Is when I'm alone with you I was born sick, but I love it Command me to be well Amen, amen, amen Moja ukochana ma poczucie humoru jest chichotem na pogrzebie Wie, że nikt jej nie akceptuje powinienem był czcić ją wcześniej Jeśli niebiosa kiedykolwiek przemówiły ona jest ich ostatnim, prawdziwym mówcą Każda niedziela staje się coraz bardziej posępna świeża trucizna każdego tygodnia Urodziliśmy się chorzy - słyszeliście, jak to mówią Take me to church I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death Good God, let me give you my life [x2] Zabierz mnie do kościoła Będę wielbił jak pies w świątyni twoich kłamstw wyznam ci moje grzechy, więc możesz naostrzyć swój nóż Ofiaruj mi tą nieśmiertelną śmierć** Dobry Boże, pozwól, że oddam Ci moje życie [x2] If I'm a pagan of the good times My lover's the sunlight To keep the Goddess on my side She demands a sacrifice To drain the whole sea Get something shiny Something meaty for the main course That's a fine looking high horse What you got in the stable? We've a lot of starving faithful That looks tasty, that looks plenty This is hungry work Jeśli jestem poganinem dobrych czasów moja ukochana jest blaskiem słońca By utrzymać Boginię po swojej stronie Ona żąda ofiary Wysuszyć całe morze zdobyć coś błyszczącego Coś mięsnego na główne danie To dobrze wyglądający mądrala*** Co trzymasz w swojej stajni? Mamy wielu wygłodzonych wiernych To wygląda smakowicie To wygląda obficie To wzmaga głód Take me to church I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife Offer me my deathless death Good God, let me give you my life [x2] No masters or kings when the ritual begins There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene Only then I am human, only then I am clean Amen, amen, amen Take me to church I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death Good God, let me give you my life [x2] Mój kościół nie oferuje rozgrzeszenia ona mi mówi: '"Oddawaj cześć w sypialni" Jedyne niebo, do którego będę wysłany to wtedy, kiedy ja jestem sam z tobą Urodziłem się chory, ale kocham to Rządź mną, abym był dobry Amen, amen, amen... Zabierz mnie do kościoła Będę wielbił jak pies w świątyni twoich kłamstw wyznam ci moje grzechy, więc możesz naostrzyć swój nóż Ofiaruj mi moją nieśmiertelną śmierć** Dobry Boże, pozwól, że oddam Ci moje życie [x2] Żadnych Mistrzów czy Królów, gdy zaczyna się Rytuał nie ma słodszej niewinności nad nasz delikatny grzech W szaleństwie i glebie tej smutnej, ziemskiej sceny Tylko wtedy jestem człowiekiem Tylko wtedy jestem czysty Amen. Amen. Amen... Zabierz mnie do kościoła Będę wielbił jak pies w świątyni twoich kłamstw wyznam ci moje grzechy, więc możesz naostrzyć swój nóż Ofiaruj mi tą nieśmiertelną śmierć** Dobry Boże, pozwól, że oddam Ci moje życie [x2] ______ TYTUŁ utworu jest metaforą, dzięki której podmiot liryczny porównuje swojego kochanka do religii. Piosenka pełna jest dwuznaczności i przenośni, przeciwstawia wierze "kościelnej" (z jej nadmiarem potępienia i wstydu), wiarę w miłość do drugiej osoby i zmysłowość; W wywiadzie dla magazynu New York Hozier przyznał, że "seksualność, orientacja seksualna – niezależnie od orientacji – jest po prostu naturalna. Uprawianie seksu jest jedną z najbardziej ludzkich rzeczy. Ale organizacje takie jak Kościół (...) podważają ludzkość, z powodzeniem ucząc tego, by wstydzić się swojej orientacji seksualnej – że to grzech, że to jest sprzeciw wobec Boga. Piosenka jest o uznawaniu samego siebie oraz odzyskiwaniu swojego człowieczeństwa poprzez akt miłości" * cytat z Christophera Hitchensa, pisarza kojarzonego z nowym ateizmem ** odniesienie do "small death" - zaspokojenie seksualne; z fr."la petite mort"- dot. także przykrych życiowych sytuacji, które silnie wpływają na doświadczającą ich osobę, powodując "śmierć" jakiejś części jej wnętrza. Można też tłumaczyć inaczej - "nieśmiertelna śmierć" to swego rodzaju "przepustka" do wiecznego życia w Niebie, której nie może człowiekowi dać nikt inny, tylko Bóg. *** ktoś na "wysokim koniu" - także zwrot opisujący osobę która się wywyższa, uważa za lepszą, szczególnie gdy druga osoba zrobiła cos złego [Produced by DVLP] [Intro] Look, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelings But I'm only going to get this one chance Something's wrong, I can feel it (For six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on) Just a feeling I've got, like something's about to happen but I don't know what If that means what I think it means, we're in trouble, big trouble And if he is as bananas as you say, I'm not taking any chances (You are just what the doc ordered) [Verse 1] I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes I got a laptop in my back pocket My pen'll go off when I half-cock it Got a fat knot from that rap profit Made a livin' and a killin' off it Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office With Monica Lewinsky feeling on his, nutsack I'm an MC still as honest But as rude and as indecent as all hell Syllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with) This flippity dippity-hippity hip-hop You don't really wanna get into a pissin' match with this rappity-rap Packin' a MAC in the back of the Ac' Backpack rap crap, yap-yap, yackety-yack And at the exact same time I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing that I'll still be able to break a motha-fuckin' table Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half Only realized it was ironic I was signed to Aftermath after the fact How could I not blow? All I do is drop F-bombs Feel my wrath of attack Rappers are having a rough time period, here's a maxi pad It's actually disastrously bad for the wack While I'm masterfully constructing this master piece (yeah) [Verse 2] Cause I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like I have got Well, to be truthful the blueprint's Simply rage and youthful exuberance Everybody loves to root for a nuisance Hit the earth like an asteroid Did nothing but shoot for the moon since (Pew) MC's get taken to school with this music Cause I use it as a vehicle to "bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students Me? I'm a product of Rakim, Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac Cube, hey, Doc, Ren, Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up Blow up and be in a position To meet And induct them into the mothafuckin' Rock 'n Roll Hall of Fame Even though I'll walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames Only Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fame On the wall of (shame) You fags think it's all a game, 'til I walk a flock of flames Off a plank and Tell me what in the fuck are you thinking? Little gay-lookin boy So gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face, lookin' boy You're witnessing a mass-occur Like you're watching a church gathering take place, looking boy Oy vey, that boy's gay, that's all they say, looking boy You get a thumbs up, pat on the back And a "way to go" from your label every day, looking boy Hey, looking boy, what you say, looking boy I get a "hell yeah" from Dre, looking boy I'ma work for Everything I have, never ask nobody for shit Get outta my face, looking boy Basically, boy, you're never gonna be capable of keeping up With the same pace, looking boy [Verse 3] Cause I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod The way I'm racing around the track, call me NASCAR, NASCAR Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton No Asgard, Asgard So you be Thor and I'll be Odin, you rodent, I'm omnipotent Let off then I'm reloading immediately with these bombs I'm toting And I should not be woken I'm the walking dead But I'm just a talking head, a zombie floating But I got your mom deep throating I'm out my Ramen Noodle We have nothing in common, poodle I'm a doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It's me My honesty's brutal But it's honestly futile if I don't utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere In this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle Enough rhymes to Maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtime I know there was a time where once I, was king of the underground But I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come trying to censor you like that one line I said on "I'm Back" from the Mathers LP 1 When I tried to say "I'll take seven kids from Columbine Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a nine" See if I get away with it now that I ain't as big as I was but I'm Morphin' into an immortal Coming through the portal You're stuck in a time warp from 2004, though And I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for You're pointless as Rapunzel with fucking Cornrows You write normal? Fuck being normal And I just bought a new raygun from the future Just to come and shoot ya, like when Fabolous made Ray J mad Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at Mayweather's pad Singing to a man while they played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24/7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I'ma kill you!" Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed ( Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assuming I'm a human What I gotta do to get it through to you? I'm superhuman Innovative and I'm made of rubber So that anything you say is ricocheting off of me and it'll glue to you and I'm devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a mothafuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitating Never fading, and I know the haters are forever waiting For the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating Cause I know the way to get 'em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he's too mainstream" Well, that's what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It's not hip-hop, it's pop" Cause I found a, hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose it "I don't know how to make songs like that I don't know what words to use" Let me know when it occurs to you While I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus you It's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurting you How many verses I gotta murder to Prove that if you were half as nice Your songs you could sacrifice virgins too? Ungh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades, these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I'm a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues But it's still tongue-in-cheek, fuck you I'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheel I'm asleep in the front seat Bumping Heavy D and the Boyz Still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head there's something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here's what they want from me They're asking me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I had Then you may be a little patient and more sympathetic To the situation and understand the discrimination But fuck it Life's handing you lemons, make lemonade then But if I can't batter the women How the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then? Don't mistake him for Satan It's a fatal mistake If you think I need to be overseas and take a vacation To trip abroad And make her fall on her face and don't be a retard Be a king? Think not Why be a king when you can be a God? Long&Junior – Bo ja tańczyć chcę 122 1 5 10 kwietnia 2021 madavo 14 subskrybentów Zgubiłem rytm i tekst przy końcu, mam nadzieje, że to wybaczalny błąd ^.^'' Promuj Kup podkład mp3 @ lub Zaloguj się, aby dodać komentarz. Nie masz konta? Zarejestuj się! 2 komentarze darmilosci pięknie Odpowiedz Ocena 5/6 w kwietniu 2021 madavo @darmilosci Dziękuje! Odpowiedz w kwietniu 2021 Brak komentarzy

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