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  • Текст песни Depeshe Mode - John The Revelator

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    John the Revelator
    Put him in an elevator
    Take him up to the highest high
    Take him up to the top
    Where the mountains stop
    Let him tell his book of lies

    John the Revelator
    He's a smooth operator
    It's time we cut him down to size
    Take him by the hand
    And put him on the stand
    Let us hear his alibis

    By claiming God
    As his holy right
    He's stealing a God
    From the Israelites
    Stealing a God
    From the Muslim too
    There is only one God
    Through and through

    Seven lies multiplied by seven
    Multiplied by seven again
    Seven angels with seven trumpets
    Send them home on the morning train

    Well who's that shouting
    John the Revelator
    All he ever gives us is pain
    Well who's that shouting
    John the Revelator
    He should bow his head in shame

    By and By
    By and By
    By and By
    By and By

    Иоанн Богослов
    Посади его в лифт.
    Отправь его на самую высокую высоту.
    Отправь его на вершину,
    Докуда даже горы не достают.
    Дай ему прочесть его книгу лжи.

    Иоанн Богослов.
    Он — ловкий делец.
    Пришло время поставить его на место,
    Схватить его за руку
    И поставить за трибуну —
    Послушаем его оправдания.

    Предъявляя претензии Богу,
    Как свое святейшее право,
    Он ворует Бога
    У израильтян.
    Ворует Бога
    И у мусульман тоже.
    Есть только один Бог.
    Во всех отношениях...

    Семь обманов, помноженных на семь,
    Помноженных еще раз на семь.
    Семь ангелов с семью трубами
    Отправили их туда, откуда они пришли, утренним поездом.

    Ну, и кто это кричит?
    Иоанн Богослов.
    Все, что он нам дает, — это боль.
    Ну, и кто это кричит?
    Иоанн Богослов.
    Ему следует склонить голову от стыда.

    Мало-помалу.
    Мало-помалу.
    Мало-помалу.
    Мало-помалу.

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    John the Revelator
    Put him in an elevator
    Take him up to the highest high
    Take him up to the top
    Where the mountains stop
    Let him tell his book of lies

    John the Revelator
    He's a smooth operator
    It's time we cut him down to size
    Take him by the hand
    And put him on the stand
    Let us hear his alibis

    By claiming God
    As his holy right
    He's stealing a God
    From the Israelites
    Stealing a God
    From the Muslim too
    There is only one God
    Through and through

    Seven lies multiplied by seven
    Multiplied by seven again
    Seven angels with seven trumpets
    Send them home on the morning train

    Well who's that shouting
    John the Revelator
    All he ever gives us is pain
    Well who's that shouting
    John the Revelator
    He should bow his head in shame

    By and By
    By and By
    By and By
    By and By

    John the Revelator
    Put him in an elevator.
    Send him to the highest height.
    Send it to the top ,
    How far do not reach even the mountains .
    Let him read his book of lies.

    St. John the Evangelist .
    He - a smooth operator .
    It's time to put it into place ,
    Grab his arm
    And put in the platform -
    Let us listen to his excuses .

    Making claims God
    As his holy law,
    He steals God
    The Israelites .
    steals God
    And Muslims , too .
    There is only one God.
    In all respects ...

    Seven deceptions , multiplied by seven ,
    Multiplied by seven again .
    Seven angels with seven trumpets
    Sent them back to where they came from, the morning train .

    Well, who is screaming?
    St. John the Evangelist .
    All he gives us - it's a pain .
    Well, who is screaming?
    St. John the Evangelist .
    He should bow his head in shame.

    Little by little.
    Little by little.
    Little by little.
    Little by little.

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