| Обзор темы Англоязычная лирика EST (новые сообщения вверху) |
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prezident |
Отправлено 16:14 - 27 Фев., 2006 |
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Отправлено 15:41 - 27 Фев., 2006 |
Вот спасибо!! Это просто шикарно, я их везде рою!!! Эх, любимая президент выручит в любой беде
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prezident |
Отправлено 12:19 - 27 Фев., 2006 |
Nicht Shiessen вот ещё лови. и на мыло тоже.
HUSH-HUSH SHOW
Little village, Sunday, evening
Endless vacation, we’re on grass
She wears glasses & funny earring
And all that jass, she’s a real class
Hush-hush! Com’n , little baby
Hush-hush! Your mamma will never know
Hush-hush! Let’s go, little lady
Hush-hush! It’s gonna be a hush-hush show
Her bozed daddy is a smashing singer
She hides his joints in her little socks
Don’t sweat it, baby! My girl is a swinger
Give it a rest, you, holy-dogs!
Shine like a full moon
Remember till the Day of Doom
Little company’s big secrets
Done in the smoke-filled rooms
Oh, smoke-filled rooms
Oh, smoke-filled rooms
Oh, smoke-filled rooms
Oh, smoke-filled rooms
Oh, in the smoke-filled rooms
WE’LL BE BACK
A raven’s flying in the sky
The smell of spring is in the air
Nobody’s crying, nobody wanna die
Noone will know, noone will care
Another time and once again
We gonna roll the wheel of fate
We gonna play the old & endless game
We’ve gotta go, you’ve gotta wait
We’ll be back, we’ll be back
There’s a little job, it must be done
Wait for us, wait for us
Even if they say we’ll never come
These eyes are done for ‘nother show
This flesh is made for ‘nother stuff
Butt we know well the way we have to go
And that’s enough, & that’s enough
So, time is up, we gotta go
Wish me good luck hold me tight
No, I don’t know what is the end
of all this show
But I can swear we’ll play it right
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prezident |
Отправлено 20:28 - 21 Фев., 2006 |
| незашта =) это ещё не всё, как время будет, остальные напишу =)
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Nicht Shiessen |
Отправлено 20:24 - 21 Фев., 2006 |
| Огромное спасибо! Низкий поклон И извините за беспокойство
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Glaz |
Отправлено 19:45 - 21 Фев., 2006 |
| Спасибо Люда! Я прояснил для себя некоторые неслышимые моменты!
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prezident |
Отправлено 22:31 - 20 Фев., 2006 |
Nicht Shiessen вот, на что пока хватило времени. и на мыло тебе скинула.
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TEN HOLY JOLLY YEARS
Ask the dead how much it costs
If you forget all your fears
15 thousands sunsets lost
We fight with «red stars», with «double-eagles»
10 Holy Jolly Years
When the spring sent away frost
The guys took power with blood
15 thousands sunsets lost
They get on holding, they get on holding
Anarchy at any cost
The preachers read them their last rights
And asked them not to shoot
But machine-guns answered: «Nyet»
The time has come now, the time has come now
For your unholy end
And when the trains were ready to leave
The towns were drunk and free
All the commies shivered like leaves
Coz they were hangin’, coz were hangin’
On every lamp–post and tree
Ask the dead how much it costs
If you forget all your fears
15 thousands sunsets lost
And 10 Holy Jolly, 10 Holy Jolly
10 Holy Jolly Years
BULLY
Don’t ask me who I am, baby
It’s just a little talk
‘cause every dog in Moscow
Knows my easy walk.
Always with the bad boys,
Always with the knife,
You see it in the movies, baby-
I see it in my life.
Bully, bully, bully – they call me, man
Bully, bully, bully – that’s just what I am.
I was a troubler at home, baby
A trouble - maker at school,
They tried to change & fix me–
But nobody’s fool
I was lucky in love, baby
I was lucky with cards
Million broken windows
Million broken hearts
Bully, bully, bully with the broken teeth
Bully, bully, bully – that’s the name of my biz
And now I’m standing on stage, baby
But nothing’s gonna change
I’ll stay a wild young, Tartar
Till the old man’s age
I do the bad things – You like it,
I make the noise – you pay
Twenty-three years, twenty-three years
Twenty-three years forever man
Twenty-three years Goddamn….
LIVING IN MOSCOW OUTSKIRTS
I came here, when I was a kid
I live here and ain’t gonna leave
‘cause here are the girls which I need
Here are the guys, they make me believe
This is my home, this is my school
My 3rd Rome, my superpower state
Maybe I’m crazy or just a fool
But I’m glad I’ve got this kind of a fate
Living in Moscow outskirts
Getting high & getting down
Living in Moscow outskirts
Living in Moscow uptown
And here you’ve got your right for some beer
Here you’ve got your right for some wine
At night you’ve got your right to feel fear
At noon you’ve got your right for some fun
Your best friend is your right first
Your best teachers are the broken teeth
You’ve got the right to be a “king” or a “six”
You’ve got the right to do what you please
Fighting, killing, dying, eahh!
Dancing, singing, drinking, Blah!
Praying, painting the town red
Loving, hating, but never using our heads
AMERICA
Long hair, jeans, handmade guitar
That Goddamn day in JFK
I thought, I’ll soon become a star
And things will be OK
Car wash, gas station, supermarket
There is no better job
For tough, ambitious Russianjerk
On his way to the top.
So slow and hard this fuck’n way
But don’t really care.
America, you’re eating me alive
Any fool can be a millionare
So I will try
Pretty chicks who don’t exactly care
Will weap & cry
I could be king of nightclubs
If doorman let me in
You just need to speak some Russian
To know what I mean
But they are gambling, drinking, smoking
But I don’t really care.
America, you’re eating me alive!
Cheapest beer in Brooklyn bars -
My only pleasure
The stolen tape recorder is my only pleasure
Black streep-girl from the go-go club –
My only friend
I’m slavic hero drunk & lost in promised land
America, you’re eating me alive!
Well, I could be doing better,
But I don’t give a shit.
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prezident |
Отправлено 13:28 - 17 Фев., 2006 |
| Блин, сёдня пока на работе делать было нечего, напечатала тексты, скопировала на дискетку своими руками-крюками и дома она ни фига не открываеца =))))) вобщем до понедельника =)
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prezident |
Отправлено 20:43 - 12 Фев., 2006 |
| меня не затруднит, я напишу, тока где-то в течение нескольких дней, т.к. буду набирать их вручную (сканера нету) =))
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Nicht Shiessen |
Отправлено 19:53 - 12 Фев., 2006 |
| Не русские у меня есть, каких не было сам написал, а вот импортные: Knife, Keep Your Gun In Oil; Russian Vodka;Moscow Outskirts; Red Beast; 10 Holly Jolly Years; Bully; Hush Hush Show; Moscow-N.Y.-Moscow; We'll Be Back - их нету и в сети их нигде нету. А написать можно и сюда, а можно, если это Вас не затруднит на мыло: anton@istel.ru
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prezident |
Отправлено 16:49 - 12 Фев., 2006 |
| то есть у тебя этих текстов тоже нету? кароч если нет вобще ничё, то напишу всё что есть, тока попозже, о кей? тебе прям сюда или куда?
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Nicht Shiessen |
Отправлено 16:42 - 12 Фев., 2006 |
Спасибо, но там к сожалению предлагают только мптрюху скачать...
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prezident |
Отправлено 16:33 - 12 Фев., 2006 |
| у Жана точно есть =)))) а вобще не обещаю, но пороюсь! А пока глянь в разделе "Песни" есть несколько ... Knife , Russian Vodka , ещё вроде чего-то... =)
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Nicht Shiessen |
Отправлено 16:29 - 12 Фев., 2006 |
| Ага!
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Glaz |
Отправлено 15:51 - 12 Фев., 2006 |
| Всмысле текстов?
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Nicht Shiessen |
Отправлено 15:26 - 12 Фев., 2006 |
Здравствуйте!
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