Martha Tilston — The Architect songtekst en vertaling
De pagina bevat de songtekst en de Nederlandse vertaling voor het nummer "The Architect" van Martha Tilston.
Songteksten
And the room spins around me…
Wonder how you’d dance if you were here,
And the room spins around me…
Would have liked to have known you, would have liked to have known you if you
were here,
And the room spins around me…
The architect of, the architect of, the architect of my destiny.
The architect of, the architect of, the architect of my history.
So ride, so ride with me, to the family tree,
You know you’ll never be The architect of, the architect of, the architect of my destiny…
She meets you in her dreams in a bar in London,
In the corner of the room.
She tells you all her woes and when she wakes up she knows just what to do.
Would have liked to have known you,
Would have liked to have known you, would have liked to have known you…
The architect of, the architect of, the architect of my destiny
So ride, so ride with me back to the orange trees,
In the groves of Portugal, I wanna hear about it all.
You ride, you ride with me, back to the family tree,
You know you’ll never be The architect of, the architect of, the architect of our destiny.
The architect of, the architect of, the architect of my destiny.
Songtekstvertaling
En de kamer draait om me heen…
Ik vraag me af hoe je zou dansen als je hier was.,
En de kamer draait om me heen…
Ik had je graag gekend, Ik had je graag gekend als je
waren hier,
En de kamer draait om me heen…
De architect van, de architect van, de architect van mijn lot.
De architect van, de architect van, de architect van mijn geschiedenis.
Dus rij met me mee naar de stamboom,
Je weet dat je nooit de architect zult zijn van, de architect van, de architect van mijn lot.…
Ze ontmoet je in haar dromen in een bar in Londen.,
In de hoek van de kamer.
Ze vertelt je al haar ellende en als ze wakker wordt Weet ze precies wat ze moet doen.
Ik had je graag gekend.,
Ik had je graag gekend, Ik had je graag gekend.…
De architect van, de architect van, de architect van mijn lot
Dus rij met me mee terug naar de oranje bomen,
In de groeven van Portugal wil ik alles horen.
Je rijdt, je rijdt met me mee, terug naar de stamboom,
Je weet dat je nooit de architect zult zijn van, de architect van, de architect van ons lot.
De architect van, de architect van, de architect van mijn lot.