Текст песни The Doors - Black Polished Chrome
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The music was new, black polished chrome And came over the summer like liquid night. The DJ's took pills to stay awake and play for seven days. They went to the studio and someone knew him; Someone knew the TV showman. He came to our homeroom party and played records And when he left in the hot noon sun and walked to his car, We saw the chooks had written F-U-C-K on his windshield. He wiped it off with a white rag and, smiling coolly, drove away. "He's rich. Got a big car." Звучала новая музыка, блестящий чёрный хром, И струилась сквозь лето, Подобно хмельной ночи Ди-джеи глотали колёса, чтобы не спать и вкалывали семь дней к ряду. Они зашли в студию, и кто-то узнал его; Кто-то узнал ведущего телевизионного шоу. Он пришёл на нашу домашнюю вечеринку и крутил там пластинки. А когда он ушёл в лучах полуденного солнца, раскалённого до предела, и направился к своей машине, Мы увидели, что педрилы написали слово "FUCK" на лобовом стекле его авто. Он вытер эту надпись стерильно-белой тряпочкой и, безмятежно улыбаясь, укатил. Он богат. Тачка у него крутая. Смотрите также:
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The music was new,
black polished chrome
And came over the summer
like liquid night.
The DJ's took pills to stay awake
and play for seven days.
They went to the studio
and someone knew him;
Someone knew the TV showman.
He came to our homeroom party
and played records
And when he left in the hot noon sun
and walked to his car,
We saw the chooks had written
F-U-C-K on his windshield.
He wiped it off with a white rag
and, smiling coolly, drove away.
"He's rich. Got a big car."
There was new music
shiny black chrome
And flowed through the summer
Like a hoppy night
DJs swallowed wheels not to sleep
and injected seven days in a row.
They went into the studio,
and someone recognized him;
Someone recognized the host of a television show.
He came to our home party
and twisted the records there.
And when he left in the midday sun, heated to the limit,
and headed to his car,
We saw the pedrils write the word
"FUCK" on the windshield of his car.
He wiped this inscription with a sterile white cloth
and smiling serenely, he drove off.
He is rich. His car is cool.
