separate the good from the bad Ooh, I can't stand it I can't stand it It's makin' me feel so sad Dead man, dead man When will you arise? Cobwebs in
'ry time we meet Going ninety miles an hour down a dead end street Yeah, ninety miles an hour down a dead end street Well, ninety miles an hour down a dead
separate the good from the bad, Ooh, I can't stand it, I can't stand it, It's makin' me feel so sad. Dead man, dead man, When will you arise? Cobwebs
Перевод: Дилан, Боб. Мертвец, мертвеца.
Перевод: Дилан, Боб. Девяносто миль в час (Down Мертвого стрит-Энд).
: You may be an ambassador to England or France, You may like to gamble, you might like to dance, You may be the heavyweight champion of the world, You
made them want to come and blow you away? Sister Jacqueline and Carmela and mother Mary all did weep. I heard his best friend Frankie say, "He ain't dead
: Sometimes I feel so low-down and disgusted Can't help but wonder what's happenin' to my companions, Are they lost or are they found, have they counted
: "There must be some way out of here," said the joker to the thief, "There's too much confusion, I can't get no relief. Businessmen, they drink my wine
: Mama, take this badge off of me I can't use it anymore. It's gettin' dark, too dark for me to see I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door. Knock
: When your mother sends back all your invitations And your father to your sister he explains That you're tired of yourself and all of your creations
the good from the bad, Ooh, I can't stand it, I can't stand it, It's makin' me feel so sad. Dead man, dead man, When will you arise? Cobwebs in your
: The guilty undertaker sighs, The lonesome organ grinder cries, The silver saxophones say I should refuse you. The cracked bells and washed-out horns
