Текст песни Michael Jackson - Suzy
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Somebody killed little Susie The girl with the tune Who sings in the daytime at noon She was there screaming Beating her voice in her doom But nobody came to her soon… A fall down the stairs Her dress torn Oh the blood in her hair… A mystery so sullen in air She lie there so tenderly Fashioned so slenderly Lift her with care, Oh the blood in her hair… Everyone came to see The girl that now is dead So blind stare the eyes in her head… And suddenly a voice from the crowd said This girl lived in vain Her face bear such agony, such strain… But only the man from next door Knew Little Susie and how he cried As he reached down To close Susie’s eyes… She lie there so tenderly Fashioned so slenderly Lift her with care Oh the blood in her hair… It was all for God’s sake For her singing the tune For someone to feel her despair To be damned to know hoping is dead And you’re doomed Then to scream out And nobody’s there… She knew no one cared… Father left home, poor mother died Leaving Susie alone Grandfather’s soul too had flown… No one to care Just to love her How much can one bear Rejecting the needs in her prayers… Neglection can kill Like a knife in your soul Oh it will Little Susie fought so hard to live… She lie there so tenderly Fashioned so slenderly Lift her with care So young and so fair Маленькая Сьюзи Кто-то убил маленькую Сьюзи, девочку с мелодией, которая пела в полуденный час. Она здесь кричала, ее голос сообщил о ее беде, но никто не пришел ей на помощь сразу... Падение с лестницы, ее платье разорвано, кровь в ее волосах... Зловещая тайна повисла в воздухе. Она лежит здесь, такая хрупкая, ее фигурка такая тоненькая, поднимите ее осторожно, кровь в ее волосах... Все пришли посмотреть на девочку, которая теперь мертва, слепо смотрят ее глаза... И вдруг голос из толпы сказал: "Эта девочка жила напрасно, в ее лице столько агонии, столько мучений..." Но только мужчина из соседней квартиры знал Маленькую Сьюзи, и теперь он плакал, когда наклонился закрыть глаза Сьюзи... Она лежит здесь, такая хрупкая, ее фигурка такая тоненькая, поднимите ее осторожно, кровь в ее волосах... Она пела свою мелодию только Бога ради, чтобы кто-нибудь почувствовал ее отчаяние. Быть проклятым, знать, что надежда мертва, и ты обречен кричать о помощи - но никого рядом нет... Она знала, что никому нет дела... Отец ушел из дома, бедная мать умерла, оставив Сьюзи одну, душа дедушки тоже отлетела... Никого, чтобы позаботиться, просто любить ее. Сколько может человек вынести безразличия к его нуждам в его молитвах... Безразличие может убивать, словно нож, вонзенный в твою душу, так бывает... Маленькая Сьюзи так упорно боролась за жизнь... Она лежит здесь такая хрупкая, ее фигурка такая тоненькая, поднимите ее осторожно, такую юную и такую светлую. Смотрите также:
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Somebody killed little Susie
The girl with the tune
Who sings in the daytime at noon
She was there screaming
Beating her voice in her doom
But nobody came to her soon ...
A fall down the stairs
Her dress torn
Oh the blood in her hair ...
A mystery so sullen in air
She lie there so tenderly
Fashioned so slenderly
Lift her with care,
Oh the blood in her hair ...
Everyone came to see
The girl that now is dead
So blind stare the eyes in her head ...
And suddenly a voice from the crowd said
This girl lived in vain
Her face bear such agony, such strain ...
But only the man from next door
Knew Little Susie and how he cried
As he reached down
To close Susie's eyes ...
She lie there so tenderly
Fashioned so slenderly
Lift her with care
Oh the blood in her hair ...
It was all for God's sake
For her singing the tune
For someone to feel her despair
To be damned to know hoping is dead
And you're doomed
Then to scream out
And nobody's there ...
She knew no one cared ...
Father left home, poor mother died
Leaving Susie alone
Grandfather's soul too had flown ...
No one to care
Just to love her
How much can one bear
Rejecting the needs in her prayers ...
Neglection can kill
Like a knife in your soul
Oh it will
Little Susie fought so hard to live ...
She lie there so tenderly
Fashioned so slenderly
Lift her with care
So young and so fair
little Susie
Somebody killed little Susie
girl with a melody
who sang at midday .
She is screaming ,
Her voice informed her trouble,
but no one came to her aid immediately ...
Fall from a ladder ,
her dress torn ,
blood in her hair ...
Ominous mystery hung in the air .
It is here , so fragile ,
her figure so thin ,
lift it carefully,
blood in her hair ...
All came to see
the girl , who is now dead,
blindly look in her eyes ...
And suddenly a voice from the crowd said :
" This girl lived in vain ,
in her face so much agony, so much agony ... "
But only a man from a neighboring apartment
Little Susie knew , and now he was crying ,
leaned close your eyes when Susie ...
It is here , so fragile ,
her figure so thin ,
lift it carefully,
blood in her hair ...
She sang her tune only for God's sake ,
someone to feel her despair.
Be damned to know that hope is dead , and you're doomed
screaming for help - but no one near ...
She knew that no one cares ...
Father left home , poor mother died ,
Susie left one ,
soul grandfather flew too ...
No one to take care of , just like her .
How can a person make
indifference to his needs in his prayers ...
Indifference can kill ,
like a knife , vonzenny in your soul ,
it happens ...
Little Susie fought so hard for his life ...
It is here so fragile ,
her figure so thin ,
lift it carefully,
such a young and bright .
