Текст песни Iggi Pop - In the deth car
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A howling wind is whistling in the night My dog is growling in the dark Something's pulling me outside To ride around in circles I know that you have got the time Coz anything I want, you do You'll take a ride through the strangers Who don't understand how to feel In the deathcar, we're alive In the deathcar, we're alive I'll let some air come in the window Kind of wakes me up a little I don't turn on the radio Coz they play shit, like....You know When your hand was down on my dick It felt quite amazing And now that, that is all over All we've got is the silence In the deathcar, we're alive In the deathcar, we're alive So come on mandolins, play When I touched you I felt that you still had your baby fat And a little taste of baby's breath Makes me forget about death At your age you're still joking It ain't time yet for the choking So now we can see [or know] the movie and see each other truly In the deathcar, we're alive In the deathcar, we're alive I want to hear some mandolins В МАШИНЕ СМЕРТИ Жуткий ветер свистит в ночи. На кого там мой пёс рычит? Что-то тянет меня из дома – НарезАть круги просто так. Детка, это тебе знакомо? А ты помнишь, один чувак Предлагал покататься? Ну, Я звоню ему? Да не будет он лезть в душу, Мы до фени ему. Слушай: Мы поедем на мертвом автомобиле. Живые – в машине смерти. Ты не против - открою окно? Подышу. И проснусь заодно. Отключи магнитолу, плиз, Там играют такую хрень. Дай-ка руку. Вот так… И вниз.. О-о-о, сегодня удачный день. Ночь? Ну, да. И безмолвие. Рай. Не перебивай. Ты представь: ничего больше нет, Только этот наш драндулет. И мы едем на мёртвом автомобиле . Живые – в машине смерти. Ты умеешь на мандалине? Играй… Дай потрогаю твой живот. Как же странно: он там растёт, Мой ребёнок. Растёт и дышит. Он не знает, что он умрёт, Как все люди. Да он не слышит! А услышит - так не поймёт. Ну, ты тоже шутить умеешь - Не краснеешь. Детка, жизнь – это как кино: Только зритель реален, но Он едет на мёртвом автомобиле. Мы - живые в машине смерти. Сыграй мне на мандолине. |
A howling wind is whistling in the night
My dog is growling in the dark
Something's pulling me outside
To ride around in circles
I know that you have got the time
Coz anything I want, you do
You'll take a ride through the strangers
Who do not understand how to feel
In the deathcar, we're alive
In the deathcar, we're alive
I'll let some air come in the window
Kind of wakes me up a little
I do not turn on the radio
Coz they play shit, like .... You know
When your hand was down on my dick
It felt quite amazing
And now that, that is all over
All we've got is the silence
In the deathcar, we're alive
In the deathcar, we're alive
So come on mandolins, play
When I touched you
I felt that you still had your baby fat
And a little taste of baby's breath
Makes me forget about death
At your age you're still joking
It is not time yet for the choking
So now we can see [or know] the movie and see each other truly
In the deathcar, we're alive
In the deathcar, we're alive
I want to hear some mandolins
In the death machine
Eerie wind whistling in the night.
Whom there my dog growls ?
Something was pulling me out of the house -
Cut circles for a reason.
Baby, it's you're familiar with ?
Do you remember one dude
Offered a ride ? Well,
I call it ?
Yes , he will not get into the soul,
We give a damn about him . Listen :
We'll go on the dead car.
Live - there is death.
You do not mind - open the window ?
Get some . And wake up at the same time .
Shut down the unit, pliz
There play such crap .
Give me a hand. That's it ... and down ..
Oh-oh- oh, a good day today .
Night? Well, yes. And the silence . Paradise.
Do not interrupt .
Just imagine : there is nothing else ,
Only that our clunker .
And we 're going to a dead car.
Live - there is death.
Do you know how to Mandalina ?
Play ...
Give to touch your stomach .
As it is strange : he's growing,
My child . Growing and breathing.
He does not know that he would die ,
Like all people . Yes, he can not hear !
And hear - so do not understand.
Well, you also know how to make jokes -
Do not blush .
Babe - life is like a movie :
Only the viewer is real, but
He goes to a dead car.
We - living in a car death.
Play me a mandolin .