Polemic — Klip Klap song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Klip Klap" by Polemic.
Lyrics
Kvapky bubnujú na strechy domov,
jedna za druhou skôr než dopadnú
zatancujú cha-chu s rumbou.
Vrabci schúlení
vyčkávajú v korunách stromov
kým sa vyčasí, stíchne dážď.
Ref.: Iba ty a ja v meste kaluží,
iba ty a ja, kto ich osuší,
iba ty a ja, zmoknutí tuláci
v rytme dažďa aj kvapky sú speváci.
Klip — klap, klip-klap klop…
Trávu poteší letná sprcha z ťažkých mrakov,
vzduch je schladený, para stúpa ako z vodopádov,
v diaľke vidieť psov a ich súboj
o zbytky z košov.
Mesto bez ľudí patrí len nám.
Ref.: Iba ty a ja v meste kaluží,
iba ty a ja, kto ich osuší,
iba ty a ja, zmoknutí tuláci
v rytme dažďa aj kvapky sú speváci.
Klip — klap, klip-klap klop…
Kvapky bubnujú na strechy domov,
jedna za druhou,
mesto bez ľudí patrí len nám.
Ref.: Iba ty a ja v meste kaluží,
iba ty a ja, kto ich osuší,
iba ty a ja, zmoknutí tuláci
v rytme dažďa aj kvapky sú speváci.
Klipiti — klap, klipiti — klap, klipiti — klap…
Lyrics translation
Drops drumming on the roofs of houses,
one by one before they turn out
they dance cha-cha with rumba.
Sizzling sparrows
they wait in the crowns of trees
the rain will dry until it clears.
Ref.: Only you and I in the city of puddles,
only you and I who will dry them,
it's just you and me, wetting the Drifters.
in the rhythm of rain, even drops are singers.
Clip-clap, clip-clap lapel…
Grass pleases summer shower from heavy clouds,
the air is cooled, the steam rises as from waterfalls,
in the distance to see the dogs and their duel
the rest of the trash.
A city without people belongs only to us.
Ref.: Only you and I in the city of puddles,
only you and I who will dry them,
it's just you and me, wetting the Drifters.
in the rhythm of rain, even drops are singers.
Clip-clap, clip-clap lapel…
Drops drumming on the roofs of houses,
one after the other,
a city without people belongs only to us.
Ref.: Only you and I in the city of puddles,
only you and I who will dry them,
it's just you and me, wetting the Drifters.
in the rhythm of rain, even drops are singers.
Clip-on, Clip-On, clip-on, Clip-On, clip-on…