Don McLean "American Pie" Songtext

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American Pie

A long, long time ago...I can still rememberHow that music used to make me smile.And I knew if I had my chanceThat I could make those people danceAnd maybe, they’d be happy for a while.

But February made me shiverWith every paper I’d deliver.Bad news on the doorstep;I couldn’t take one more step.

I can’t remember if I criedWhen I read about his widowed bride.Something touched me deep insideThe day the music died.

So bye-bye, Miss American Pie.Drove my Chevy to the levee,But the levee was dry.Them good ol' boys were drinkin’ whiskey and ryeSinging "This’ll be the day that I die,This’ll be the day that I die."

Did you write the book of love,And do you have faith in God above,If the Bible tells you so?Do you believe in Rock ’n Roll,Can music save your mortal soul,And can you teach me how to dance real slow?

Well, I know that you’re in love with him'Cause I saw you dancin’ in the gym.You both kicked off your shoes.Man, I dig those Rhythm and Blues.

I was a lonely teenage broncin’ buckWith a pink carnation and a pickup truck,But I knew I was out of luckThe day the music died.

I started singin’,Bye-bye, Miss American Pie.Drove my Chevy to the levee,But the levee was dry.Them good ol' boys were drinkin’ whiskey and ryeSinging "This’ll be the day that I die,This’ll be the day that I die."

Now for ten years we’ve been on our ownAnd moss grows fat on a rollin’ stone,But that’s not how it used to be.When the jester sang for the King and Queen,In a coat he borrowed from James DeanAnd a voice that came from you and me.

Oh, and while the King was looking down,The jester stole his thorny crown.The courtroom was adjourned;No verdict was returned.And while Lennon read a book on Marx,The quartet practiced in the park,And we sang dirges in the darkThe day the music died.

We were singing:Bye-bye, Miss American Pie.Drove my Chevy to the levee,But the levee was dry.Them good ol' boys were drinkin’ whiskey and ryeSinging "This’ll be the day that I die,This’ll be the day that I die."

Helter Skelter in a summer swelter.The birds flew off with the fallout shelter,Eight miles high and falling fast.It landed foul on the grass.The players tried for a forward pass,With the jester on the sidelines in a cast.

Now the halftime air was sweet perfumeWhile sergeants played a marching tune.We all got up to dance,Oh, but we never got the chance!'Cause the players tried to take the field;The marching band refused to yield.Do you recall what was revealedThe day the music died?

We started singing:Bye-bye, Miss American Pie.Drove my Chevy to the levee,But the levee was dry.Them good ol' boys were drinkin’ whiskey and ryeSinging "This’ll be the day that I die,This’ll be the day that I die."

Oh, and there we were all in one place,A generation lost in space,With no time left to start again.So come on: Jack be nimble, Jack be quick!Jack Flash sat on a candlestick'Cause fire is the devil’s only friend.

Oh, and as I watched him on the stageMy hands were clenched in fists of rage.No angel born in hellCould break that satan’s spell.And as the flames climbed high into the nightTo light the sacrificial rite,I saw Satan laughing with delightThe day the music died

He was singing:Bye-bye, Miss American Pie.Drove my Chevy to the levee,But the levee was dry.Them good ol' boys were drinkin’ whiskey and ryeSinging "This’ll be the day that I die,This’ll be the day that I die."

I met a girl who sang the BluesAnd I asked her for some happy news,But she just smiled and turned away.I went down to the sacred storeWhere I’d heard the music years before,But the man there said the music wouldn’t play.

And in the streets the children screamed,The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed.But not a word was spoken;The church bells all were broken.And the three men I admire most:The Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost,They caught the last train for the coastThe day the music died.

And they were singing:Bye-bye, Miss American Pie.Drove my Chevy to the levee,But the levee was dry.Them good ol' boys were drinkin’ whiskey and ryeSinging "This’ll be the day that I die,This’ll be the day that I die."

They were singing:Bye-bye, Miss American Pie.Drove my Chevy to the levee,But the levee was dry.Them good ol' boys were drinkin’ whiskey and ryeSinging "This’ll be the day that I die"

Američka pita

Davno, davno prijejoš uvijek se sjećamkako mi je ta glazba izmamila osmijehznao sam da je to moja prilikada natjeram ljude na plesi možda su bili sretni barem na trenutak

Ali u veljači sam zadrhtaosa svim novinama koje sam isporučiološe vijesti na pragunisam mogao napraviti ni koraka više

Ne mogu se sjetiti jesam li plakaokad sam pročitao o njegovoj mladoj udovicii nešto me dirnulo duboko u menitog dana kada je umrla glazba

Pa zbogom, zbogom, Američka Pitovozio sam svoj chevrolet prema nasipua nasip je bio pusti tamo su dobri stari dečki pili viski i ražpjevajući "ovo bi mogao biti dan kada ću umrijeti""ovo bi mogao biti dan kada ću umrijeti"

Jesi li ikada napisala ljubavnu knjigui vjeruješ li u Boga iznadako ti tako Biblija nalaževjeruješ li u rock'n rollmože li glazba spasiti tvoju smrtnu dušui možeš li me naučiti kako plesati skroz lagano

Pa, znam da si zaljubljena u njegajer sam vidio kako plešete u salioboje ste bacili svoje cipelečovječe, pokušavam iskopirati taj ritam i bluz

Bio sam usamljen tinejdžer bez pribijene pares crvenim karanfillom i kamionetomali znao sam da sam izvan dohvata srećetog dana kada je umrla glazba

Počeo sam pjevatizbogom, zbogom, Američka Pitovozio sam svoj chevrolet prema nasipua nasip je bio pusti tamo su dobri stari dečki pili viski i ražpjevajući "ovo bi mogao biti dan kada ću umrijeti""ovo bi mogao biti dan kada ću umrijeti"

Već deset godina prepušteni smo sami sebii gusta mahovina raste po kotrljajućim kamenimaali to nije kako je nekada bilokada lakrdijaš pjeva za kralja i kraljicuu kaputu posuđenom od Jamesa Deanai glasom koji dolazi od tebe i mene

Oh, i dok kralj gleda doljelakrdijaš mu ukrade trnovu krunupresuda je bila odgođenapravda je bila nedostižnai dok Lennon čita marksizamkvartet vježba u parkua mi smo pjevali tužaljke u mrakutog dana kada je umrla glazba

Pjevali smozbogom, zbogom, Američka Pitovozio sam svoj chevrolet prema nasipua nasip je bio pusti tamo su dobri stari dečki pili viski i ražpjevajući "ovo bi mogao biti dan kada ću umrijeti""ovo bi mogao biti dan kada ću umrijeti"

Helter Skelter u ljetnoj spariniptice lete bez skloništaosam milja visoko, a padaju još bržegreškom je sletjela na travuigrači se pokušavaju probiti naprijeds lakrdijašm koji je u gisu

U poluvremenu zrak je slatko mirisaodok su narednici svirali napjev za marša mi svi smo ustali plesatioh, ali nikada nismo dobili prilikujer su igrači pokušavali zauzeti terenmarš bend je odbio popustitisjećaš li se što se dogodilotog dana kada je umrla glazba

Počeli smo pjevatizbogom, zbogom, Američka Pitovozio sam svoj chevrolet prema nasipua nasip je bio pusti tamo su dobri stari dečki pili viski i ražpjevajući "ovo bi mogao biti dan kada ću umrijeti""ovo bi mogao biti dan kada ću umrijeti"

Oh, i tada smo svi bili na istom mjestugeneracija izgubljena u svemirus premalo vremena da se ponovo pokrenuzato hajde Jack, budi okretan, budi brzJack je zapalio svijećnjakjer je vatra jedini Vragov prijatelj

Oh, i dok sam ga gledao na scenimoje ruke bile su stisnute od bjesanema anđela rođenog u paklumogao je time slomiti Sotonin govori kao što se plamen visoko penje u noćida se osvjetli žrtvovanjeznao sam da se Sotona smije sa zadovoljstvomtog dana kada je glazba umrla

Pjevao jezbogom, zbogom, Američka Pitovozio sam svoj chevrolet prema nasipua nasip je bio pusti tamo su dobri stari dečki pili viski i ražpjevajući "ovo bi mogao biti dan kada ću umrijeti""ovo bi mogao biti dan kada ću umrijeti"

Upoznao sam djevojku koja je pjevala bluzi pitao sam je za neku radosnu vijestali ona se samo nasmijala i otišlaotišao sam dalje do svete trgovinegdje bi mogao čuti staru glazbuali tamo je čovjek rekao da ta glazba više ne svira

A na ulici su djeca vrištalaljubavnici plakali, a pisci sanjaliali ni jedna riječ nije izgovorenacrkvena zvona su slomljenaa još uvijek postoje ta tri čovjeka kojima se najviše divimto su Otac, Sin i Duh Svetioni su uhvatili posljednji vlak za vječnosttog dana kada je umrla glazba

I oni su pjevalizbogom, zbogom, Američka Pitovozio sam svoj chevrolet prema nasipua nasip je bio pusti tamo su dobri stari dečki pili viski i ražpjevajući "ovo bi mogao biti dan kada ću umrijeti""ovo bi mogao biti dan kada ću umrijeti"

Oni su pjevalizbogom, zbogom, Američka Pitovozio sam svoj chevrolet prema nasipua nasip je bio pusti tamo su dobri stari dečki pili viski i ražpjevajući "ovo bi mogao biti dan kada ću umrijeti"

Impian Amerika

Pada zaman dulu...Aku masih ingatBagaimana musik membuatku tersenyum.Dan aku tahu jika punya kesempatanAku bisa membuat orang-orang menariDan mereka mungkin sementara senang.

Tapi Februari membuatku menggigilSetiap karya yang aku buat.Berita buruk di depan pintu;Aku tidak bisa tahan.

Aku tidak ingat telah menangisSaat membaca tentang jandanya,Tapi sesuatu saat menyentuhkuHari musik telah mati.

Selamat tinggal, mimpi Amerika.Ke bendungan dengan ChevroletTapi bendungannya kering.Dan orang tua berani minum wiski dan ryeBernyanyi , "Ini adalah hari aku mati ."" Ini adalah hari aku mati."

Apakah kau menulis buku cinta ,Dan apakah kau percaya dengan tuhan,Jika ada dalam Kitab?Apa kau percaya dengan rock 'n roll,Dapatkah musik selamatkan jiwa fanamu,Dan dapatkah kau mengajariku cara menari pelan?

Yah, aku tahu kau mencintainyaKarena aku melihatmu menari di ruang senam.Kalian berdua sedang menari.Oh, aku suka rhythm and blues .

Aku pemberontak remaja yang sendirianDengan anyelir merah muda dan truk,Tapi aku tahu aku tidak beruntungHari musik telah mati.

Aku mulai bernyanyi ,"Selamat tinggal, mimpi Amerika".Ke bendungan dengan ChevroletTapi bendungannya kering.Dan orang tua berani minum wiski dan ryeBernyanyi , "Ini adalah hari aku mati."" Ini adalah hari aku mati."

Sepuluh tahun sejak kita semua sendiriDan busa mengental di atas batu yang berguling,Tapi sebelum itu berbeda.Ketika badut bernyanyi untuk raja dan ratu,Dengan meminjam jaket dari James DeanDan suara yang datang dari aku dan kau,

Oh, dan sementara raja melihat ke bawah,Badut mencuri mahkotanya.Sidang telah ditunda;Belum ada putusan.Dan sementara Lennon membaca buku tentang Marx,Para kuartet berlatih di taman,Dan kami bernyanyi lagu pemakamanHari musik telah mati.

Mereka bernyanyi ,"Selamat tinggal, mimpi Amerika".Ke bendungan dengan ChevroletTapi bendungannya kering.Dan orang tua berani minum wiski dan ryeBernyanyi , "Ini adalah hari aku mati ."" Ini adalah hari aku mati."

Kekalutan di musim panas.Burung terbang dengan pelindung,Terangkat dan jatuh dengam cepat.Jatuh membusuk di udara.Pemain berusaha lolos ke depan,Menipu dengan cara yang curang.

Kini udara menjadi parfum wangiSementara sersan melantunkan lagu.Kita semua menari ,Oh, tetapi tidak dapat kesempatan!Karena pemain ingin mengambil tempat;Band menolak untuk memberi yel-yel.Apakah kau ingat apa yang terungkapHari musik telah mati?

Kami mulai bernyanyi ,"Selamat tinggal, mimpi Amerika".Ke bendungan dengan ChevroletTapi bendungannya kering.Dan orang tua berani minum wiski dan ryeBernyanyi , "Ini adalah hari aku mati ."" Ini adalah hari aku mati."

Oh , kita semua di tempat yang samaSebuah generasi yang hilangYang tidak lagi memiliki waktu untuk memulai .Ayo: Jack tangkaslah, Jack cepatlah!Jack duduk di dekat lilinKarena api adalah satu-satunya teman setan .

Oh , aku melihatnya di atas panggungTanganku ingin sekali meninju.Tidak ada malaikat yang lahir di nerakaYang bisa memecahkan mantra setan.Seperti api berkobar terus menerusUntuk menerangi kurban ritus,Aku melihat Iblis tertawa dengan gembiraHari musik telah mati

Dia bernyanyi ,"Selamat tinggal, mimpi Amerika".Ke bendungan dengan ChevroletTapi bendungannya kering.Dan orang tua berani minum wiski dan ryeBernyanyi , "Ini adalah hari aku mati ."" Ini adalah hari aku mati."

Aku bertemu dengan seorang gadis bernyanyi lagu bluesDan aku bertanya untuk kabar baik,Tapi dia tersenyum lalu pergi .Aku pergi ke toko suciDimana aku pernah mendengar musik lama,Tapi orang yang ada di sana berkata musik tidak ada.

Dan di jalanan: anak-anak berteriak,Para pecinta menangis, dan penyair bermimpi.Tapi tidak sepatah kata pun diucapkan;Lonceng gereja semuanya rusak.Dan ketiga orang yang aku kagumi:Ayah, Putra dan roh kudus,Mereka mengambil kereta terakhir ke pantaiHari musik telah mati.

Dan mereka bernyanyi,"Selamat tinggal, mimpi Amerika".Ke bendungan dengan ChevroletTapi bendungannya kering.Dan orang tua berani minum wiski dan ryeBernyanyi , "Ini adalah hari aku mati ."" Ini adalah hari aku mati."

Mereka bernyanyi,"Selamat tinggal, mimpi Amerika".Ke bendungan dengan ChevroletTapi bendungannya kering.Dan orang tua berani minum wiski dan ryeBernyanyi , "Ini adalah hari aku mati ."

Hier finden Sie den Text des Liedes American Pie Song von Don McLean. Oder der Gedichttext American Pie. Don McLean American Pie Text.