-- Сообщение создал(а) Nicht Shiessen - 15:26 - 12 Фев., 2006 Здравствуйте! Уважаемые пользователи форума, а нету у Вас случайно англоязычной лирика песен EST? Если есть - поделитесь подалуйста, а.. -- Сообщение создал(а) Glaz - 15:51 - 12 Фев., 2006 Всмысле текстов? -- Сообщение создал(а) Nicht Shiessen - 16:29 - 12 Фев., 2006 Ага! -- Сообщение создал(а) prezident - 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... =) -- Сообщение создал(а) Nicht Shiessen - 16:42 - 12 Фев., 2006 Спасибо, но там к сожалению предлагают только мптрюху скачать... -- Сообщение создал(а) prezident - 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? -- Сообщение создал(а) Nicht Shiessen - 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 -- Сообщение создал(а) prezident - 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) =))   -- Сообщение создал(а) prezident - 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 =) -- Сообщение создал(а) prezident - 22:31 - 20 Фев., 2006 Nicht Shiessen вот, на что пока хватило времени. и на мыло тебе скинула. ------------------- 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. -- Сообщение создал(а) Glaz - 19:45 - 21 Фев., 2006 Спасибо Люда! Я прояснил для себя некоторые неслышимые моменты! -- Сообщение создал(а) Nicht Shiessen - 20:24 - 21 Фев., 2006 Огромное спасибо! Низкий поклон И извините за беспокойство -- Сообщение создал(а) prezident - 20:28 - 21 Фев., 2006 незашта =) это ещё не всё, как время будет, остальные напишу =) -- Сообщение создал(а) prezident - 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 -- Сообщение создал(а) Less - 15:41 - 27 Фев., 2006 Вот спасибо!! Это просто шикарно, я их везде рою!!! Эх, любимая президент выручит в любой беде:) -- Сообщение создал(а) prezident - 16:14 - 27 Фев., 2006 Less  :necken: