Перевод: Сахарная голова и Джерри Corbetta. Не звоните нам Мы Вам позвоним.
Ночью день разорван, затянула рану мгла Смотрит черный ворон на меня рубином глаз Я не суеверен - но мой гость пророчит смерть Траур оперенья
Это всё, это между нами, Но прямо в сердце, и навсегда, И сильней, чем пламя. И это всё, только между нами, По стёклам поток, Иду на восток, и небо под
На небе вороны, под небом монахи, И я между ними, в расшитой рубахе. Лежу на просторе, светла и пригожа. И солнце взрослее, и ветер моложе. Меня отпевали
Над скалистыми хребтами, где бывает снег в июле, над еловыми лесами, что забраться вверх рискнули, над замшелым камнем, над ручьем, где пылает солнце
Время мерно течет над вершинами, Убегая в заоблачный дым. Ворон черный - предвестник грядущего, Над могилой моей не кружи! Я еще не допил наслажденье
This is the place where she lay her head When she went to bed at night And this is the place our children were conceived Candles lit the room brightly
Once upon a midnight dreary, as I pondered, weak and weary Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly
Imagine a dirt road full of pot holes With a creek bank and some cane poles Catching channel cat I'm a little more country that Picture a small town
Stepped off the plane down in Cabo Just meanin' to stay for a week I got a funny sensation about this vacation The second the sand hit my feet Taxi driver
I was sittin' with him on his front porch swing Soakin' up wisdom and Grandma's sweet tea Listenin' to his stories, man, he'd done it all His tour in
It was Sunday afternoon, I was sunk in my recliner Football game was on, Tampa Bay and Carolina I wasn't payin' much attention, the volume down Not watchin
Baby, I know I've told you But I ain't told you today Since you walked in with that sleepy eyed grin There's something I've been meanin' to say I like
Smokey bar Mediocre band playin' Old familiar songs Hit after hit Neon lights Cuttin' through the smoke A new Minnesota fats Is chalkin' up his stick
She said goodbye in Tallahassee I just crawled in my truck Set my mind on Miami And my sights on better luck Ain't no man deserves to hurt like this
I can love you in the morning I can love you all day I can love you even more when I get home I can love you every second To the ends of the earth Where
I got my old guitar and some fishin' poles So baby, fill that cooler full of something cold Don't ask, just pack and we'll hit the road runnin' Honey,
Someday when I'm old I'll pull up to the store And park wherever the hell I want to I'll buy a box of Moon Pies And flirt with the cashier Yeah, like
