Текст песни Aaron Lewis - The Story Never Ends
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Another two months on the road Just two more miles and I'll be home to what I know Where things move a little slower and people always wave goodbye and say hello and the maples on this road they must be 300 years old just imagine all the stories they could tell of the tractors and the cars all coming home from listons bar and the country folk just out to race somehow to race somehow This is my home This is where I belong where my daughters go to school where opinions are strong where my neighbors are my friends and the story never ends So I just hit the ground and keep on running all of yesterday has come and gone so you try to pick up all the pieces put it all back the way it belongs well the next thing that you know it's time to play another show I'm leaving out of here just after dawn ain't it good to know that no matter where you go that this town has got your back when you are gone when you are gone And this is my home this is where I belong where my daughters go to school where opinions are strong and my amendment rights keep me safe at night where my neighbors are my friends and the story never ends This is my home this is where I belong where my daughters go to school where opinions are strong where my amendment rights keep me safe at night where my neighbors are my friends and the story never ends __________________________________________ Еще два месяца в пути, Еще лишь две мили - и я буду дома, Там, где мне все знакомо, Там, где все происходит немного медленнее, Люди там всегда машут рукой на прощание И приветствуют друг друга, И клёнам вдоль дороги, Должно быть, триста лет. Просто представьте себе все истории, которые они смогли бы поведать о Тракторах и машинах, что возвращались домой из бара Листон (1), И народе, что выходит просто погонять, Просто погонять Это мой дом, Здесь я свой, Здесь мои дочери ходят в школу, Здесь убеждения глубоки, Здесь все мои соседи - друзья, И история никогда не кончается Я упал на землю, и продолжаю бежать, Прошлое пришло и ушло... Ты пытаешься собрать осколки, Собрать их так, как нужно, И что еще ты знаешь, так это то, что Время сыграть еще одно представление. Я покину этот край с восходом солнца, Не правда ли прекрасно осознавать, что куда бы ты ни шел, Ты всегда сможешь вернуться в этот город, Когда ты уйдешь, Когда ты уйдешь Это мой дом, Здесь я свой, Здесь мои дочери ходят в школу, А мнения играют роль, И меня всегда поймут, дополнят, Место, где я чувствую себя в безопасности. Где все мои соседи - друзья, И история никогда не кончается Это мой дом, Здесь я свой, Здесь мои дочери ходят в школу, А мнения играют роль, И меня всегда поймут, дополнят, Место, где я чувствую себя в безопасности. Где все мои соседи - друзья, И история никогда не кончается Смотрите также:
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Another two months on the road
Just two more miles and I'll be home
to what I know
Where things move a little slower
and people always wave goodbye
and say hello
and the maples on this road
they must be 300 years old
just imagine all the stories they could tell
of the tractors and the cars all coming home from listons bar
and the country folk just out to race somehow
to race somehow
This is my home
This is where I belong
where my daughters go to school
where opinions are strong
where my neighbors are my friends
and the story never ends
So I just hit the ground and keep on running
all of yesterday has come and gone
so you try to pick up all the pieces
put it all back the way it belongs
well the next thing that you know
it's time to play another show
I'm leaving out of here just after dawn
ain't it good to know that no matter where you go
that this town has got your back
when you are gone
when you are gone
And this is my home
this is where I belong
where my daughters go to school
where opinions are strong
and my amendment rights
keep me safe at night
where my neighbors are my friends
and the story never ends
This is my home
this is where I belong
where my daughters go to school
where opinions are strong
where my amendment rights
keep me safe at night
where my neighbors are my friends
and the story never ends
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Two months on the road,
Yet just two miles away - and I'll be home ,
Where everything is familiar to me ,
Where everything is a bit slower
The people there are always waving goodbye
And greet each other
And maples along the road,
Must have three years.
Just imagine all the stories they could tell about
Tractors and machines that were returning home from the bar Liston (1 )
And the people that just drive out ,
Just drive
This is my home ,
Here I own ,
Here are my daughters go to school,
Here beliefs deep
Here all my neighbors - friends ,
And the story never ends
I fell to the ground , and continue to run,
The past has come and gone ...
You're trying to pick up the pieces ,
Collect them as needed
And what else do you know , is the fact that
Time to play another representation .
I will leave this land at sunrise ,
Is not it wonderful to know that wherever you go ,
You can always return to this city ,
When you're gone ,
When you're gone
This is my home ,
Here I own ,
Here are my daughters go to school,
And opinions play a role ,
And I have always understood , complement ,
The place where I feel safe .
Where are all my neighbors - friends ,
And the story never ends
This is my home ,
Here I own ,
Here are my daughters go to school,
And opinions play a role ,
And I have always understood , complement ,
The place where I feel safe .
Where are all my neighbors - friends ,
And the story never ends