Текст песни Jackson C. Frank - The Spectre
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Где улица упёрлась в стену Появляется призрак Без воплей и стонов Выходит из ночи тёмной С тёмными мыслишками У него напрочь отсутствует совесть Это не померещилось Там призрак Призраку не надо пищи Призраку неведом стыд Свет ему ни к чему, свет ему лишний Его тень растёт Проникая сквозь прочные устои Оград и перекошенных умов Призрака не остановить Призраку вольготно ночью Там призрак Вот блеснёт серебро Монеткой к тебе в руки Призраку знакома жалость Он отзывчив, как человек Хотя, когда перевалит за полночь Гнетущими будут крики Глядите, видите, призрак Поймал меня на сделке Там призрак Там призрак Там, где улица упёрлась в стену Появляется призрак Без воплей и стонов Where the street becomes a wall The spectre fell against it Without a cry or a wail Here in the darkness His black and green will ram There's no more lack of conscience That isn't due a plan Oh, the spectre The spectre had no food The spectre wasn't guilt He had no light, he had no light His shadow overspilled And 'cross the rugged ranges Of kerbs and broken minds The spectre wasn't finished The spectre was the night Oh, the spectre Behold the shining silver Of a coin held in your hand The spectre isn't greedy He recalls he is a man While all through the midnight Oppression only cries See, oh see the spectre Caught for the compromise Oh, the spectre Oh, the spectre Where the street becomes a wall The spectre fell against it Without a cry or a wail |
Where the street hit a wall
ghost appears
Without yelling and moans
Coming out of the dark night
With dark myslishka
He completely lacks conscience
It is not imagined
there's a ghost
Ghosts do not need food
Ghost unknown to shame
Light him to anything , light it once
His shadow grows
Penetrating through the solid foundations
Fences and skewed minds
Ghost does not stop
Ghost freely at night
there's a ghost
That flash of silver
Coin in your hands
Ghost familiar pity
He is responsive, as a man
Although, when after midnight
Oppressive will shouts
Look, you can see the ghost
Caught me on the transaction
there's a ghost
there's a ghost
Where the street hit a wall
ghost appears
Without yelling and moans
Where the street becomes a wall
The spectre fell against it
Without a cry or a wail
Here in the darkness
His black and green will ram
There's no more lack of conscience
That isn't due a plan
Oh, the spectre
The spectre had no food
The spectre wasn't guilt
He had no light, he had no light
His shadow overspilled
And 'cross the rugged ranges
Of kerbs and broken minds
The spectre wasn't finished
The spectre was the night
Oh, the spectre
Behold the shining silver
Of a coin held in your hand
The spectre isn't greedy
He recalls he is a man
While all through the midnight
Oppression only cries
See, oh see the spectre
Caught for the compromise
Oh, the spectre
Oh, the spectre
Where the street becomes a wall
The spectre fell against it
Without a cry or a wail