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  • Текст песни Pete Yorn - Red right hand

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    Take a little walk to the edge of town
    Go across the tracks
    Where the viaduct looms, like a bird of doom
    As it shifts and cracks
    Where secrets lie in the border fires, in the humming wires
    Hey man, you know you're never coming back
    Past the square, past the bridge, past the mills, past the stacks
    On a gathering storm comes a tall handsome man
    In a dusty black coat with a red right hand

    He'll wrap you in his arms, tell you that you've been a good boy
    He'll rekindle all those dreams it took you a lifetime to destroy
    He'll reach deep into the hole, heal your shrinking soul
    Hey buddy, you know you're never ever coming back
    He's a ghost, he's a god, he's a man, he's a guru
    They're whispering his name across this disappearing land
    But hidden in his coat is a red right hand

    You ain't got no money? He'll get you some
    You ain't got no car? He'll get you one
    You ain't got no self-respect, you fell like an insect
    Well don't you worry buddy, cause here he comes
    Through the ghetto and the barrio and the bowery and the slum
    A shadow is cast wherever he stands
    Stacks of green paper in his red right hand

    You'll see him in you nightmares, you'll see him in your dreams
    He'll appear out of nowhere but he ain't what he seems
    You'll see him in your head, on the TV screen
    And hey buddy, I'm warning you to turn it off
    He's a ghost, he's a god, he's a man, he's a guru
    You're one microscopic cog in his catastrophic plan
    Designed and directed by his red right hand

    Прогуляйся неспеша до городских окраин
    Пересеки дорогу
    Там, где силуэт виадука маячит роковой птицей
    Изменчивый и растрескавшийся
    Где хранятся секреты в пограничных огнях, в гудящих проводах
    Эй, парень, ты знаешь, что никогда не вернешься
    Миновав площадь и мост, мимо заводов и труб
    Среди надвигающегося урагана появляется высокий красавец
    В пыльном черном пальто, с красной правой рукой

    Он обнимет тебя, скажет: Ты был хорошим мальчиком
    И разбередит все сны, которые разрушили твою жизнь
    Он достигнет самого дна, исцелит твою съежившуюся душу,
    Эй, парень, ты же знаешь, что никогда не вернешься назад
    Он - призрак, он бог, он хозяин, он гуру
    Его имя произносят шепотом посреди исчезающей страны
    Но под своим пальто он прячет красную правую руку

    У тебя нет денег? Он даст тебе немного
    У тебя нет машины? Он даст ее тебе
    У тебя нет самоуважения, ты чувствуешь себя ничтожеством
    Не волнуйся, парень, потому что вот он идет
    Через гетто и сквозь барьеры и ямы и трущобы
    Там, где он стоит, все покрывает тень
    Пачка зеленых в его кровавой правой руке

    Ты увидишь его в кошмарах, увидишь его в мечтах
    Он появится из ниоткуда, но он не тот, каким кажется
    Ты увидишь его в своей голове и на экране телевизора
    Эй, приятель, я предупреждал тебя, что нужно было все отключить
    Он - призрак, он бог, он хозяин, он гуру
    Ты лишь микроскопическое колесико в его катастрофическом плане
    Придуманном и срежиссированном его правой красной рукой

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    Take a little walk to the edge of town
    Go across the tracks
    Where the viaduct looms, like a bird of doom
    As it shifts and cracks
    Where secrets lie in the border fires, in the humming wires
    Hey man, you know you're never coming back
    Past the square, past the bridge, past the mills, past the stacks
    On a gathering storm comes a tall handsome man
    In a dusty black coat with a red right hand

    He'll wrap you in his arms, tell you that you've been a good boy
    He'll rekindle all those dreams it took you a lifetime to destroy
    He'll reach deep into the hole, heal your shrinking soul
    Hey buddy, you know you're never ever coming back
    He's a ghost, he's a god, he's a man, he's a guru
    They're whispering his name across this disappearing land
    But hidden in his coat is a red right hand

    You is not got no money? He'll get you some
    You is not got no car? He'll get you one
    You is not got no self-respect, you fell like an insect
    Well do not you worry buddy, cause here he comes
    Through the ghetto and the barrio and the bowery and the slum
    A shadow is cast wherever he stands
    Stacks of green paper in his red right hand

    You'll see him in you nightmares, you'll see him in your dreams
    He'll appear out of nowhere but he is not what he seems
    You'll see him in your head, on the TV screen
    And hey buddy, I'm warning you to turn it off
    He's a ghost, he's a god, he's a man, he's a guru
    You're one microscopic cog in his catastrophic plan
    Designed and directed by his red right hand

    Take a walk leisurely to the urban fringe
    Crossing the road
    Where the viaduct looms silhouette fatal bird
    Changeable and cracked
    Where are the secrets in the border fires , in the humming wires
    Hey, man , you know that will never come back
    Passing through the area and the bridge , past the factories and chimneys
    Of an impending hurricane appears high handsome
    In a dusty black coat with a red right hand

    He will embrace you, say: You've been a good boy
    And reopen all the dreams that have destroyed your life
    He reaches the bottom, heal your soul huddled ,
    Hey, man , you know that will never return back
    He - a ghost, he is a god , he is the master , he is a guru
    His name is pronounced in a whisper in the middle of the country's vanishing
    But under his coat he hides the red right hand

    You have no money ? He'll give you a little
    Do you have a car ? He will give it to you
    You have no self-respect, you feel like a jerk
    Do not worry , man, because here it comes
    Through the ghetto and through the barriers and wells and slums
    Where he stands , covers all shadow
    Bundle of green in his bloody right hand

    You'll see him in nightmares , you'll see it in my dreams
    He appears out of nowhere , but it is not what it seems
    You'll see it in my head and on the TV screen
    Hey, buddy, I warned you that you had to turn off all
    He - a ghost, he is a god , he is the master , he is a guru
    You only microscopic wheel in his catastrophic plan
    Invented and orchestrated his right red hand

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