Перевод: Собака, Боб. Большой Мысли в Литл-американских горках.
Thunder on the mountain, and there's fires on the moon A ruckus in the alley and the sun will be here soon Today's the day, gonna grab my trombone and
There's a big black train I've been hearing all my life Every night, at sundown I hear its lonesome cry When I look through the screen door I see a rocking
(Bob Dylan) Thunder on the mountain, and there's fires on the moon A ruckus in the alley and the sun will be here soon Today's the day, gonna grab my
Перевод: Дилан, Боб. Гром На горе.
: (Bob Dylan) Thunder on the mountain, and there's fires on the moon A ruckus in the alley and the sun will be here soon Today's the day, gonna grab
