While The Blood Runs Warm – Lyrics

Title  While The Blood Runs Warm
Composer  Josh White
Composition’s Year  1935
First Recording Artist  Josh White
Aretha’s First Recording Year  1956

Lyrics
While the blood is running warm in your veins
While the blood is running so warm in your veins
You had better get religion
And you better try, try and serve the Lord
While the blood, the blood is running warm, so warm in your veins

Now don’t forget about your Savior
While traveling through this old sinful land
For he’s always willing to help you
And then he’ll lend you a helping hand

For he bore, he bore the pain of death
Oh, while he rocked to, yes he did, upon his breast
While the blood, while the blood is running so warm, so warm in your veins
I don’t believe you know what I’m talking about, I’m gonna say it again
While the blood, the blood is running so warm, so warm in your veins

Oh, while the blood, while the blood is running so warm, so warm in your veins
Do you know on friday mornings, do you believe that I, I got religion
And I’m gonna stay right here, I’m gonna serve the Lord til my dying day
Lord, while the blood, eh, eh, hey, oh, is running so warm, so warm, warm in your veins

Català – Mentre La Sang Corre Calenta
Mentre la sang corre calenta a les teves venes
Mentre la sang corre tan calenta a les teves venes
Serà millor que rebis religió
I millor que procuris, procuris servir al Senyor
Mentre la sang, la sang corre calenta, tan calenta a les teves venes

Ara bé, no t’oblidis del teu Salvador
Mentre viatjes a través d’aquesta vella terra pecaminosa
Ja que ell sempre està disposat a ajudar-te
I aleshores t’oferirà una mà amiga

Ja que va suportar, va suportar el dolor de la mort
Oh, mentre s’estremia, si ho va fer, sobre el seu pit
Mentre la sang, mentre la sang corre tan calenta, tan calenta a les teves venes
No crec que sàpigues del que estic parlant, ho diré un altre cop
Mentre la sang, la sang corre tan calenta, tan calenta a les teves venes

Oh, mentre la sang, mentre la sang corre tan calenta, tan calenta a les teves venes
Saps els divendres al matí, et pots creure que, rebo religió
I em quedaré aquí mateix, serviré al Senyor fins el dia de la meva mort
Senyor, mentre la sang, eh, eh, ei, oh, corre tan calenta, tan calenta, calenta a les teves venes