Текст песни The Doors - 1967 - Strange days - Strange days
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Strange days have found us, Strange days have tracked us down, They’re going to destroy Our casual joys, We shall go on playing or find a new town. Yeah! Strange eyes fill strange rooms, Voices will signal their tired end, The hostess is grinning, Her guests sleep from sinning, Hear me tack of sin and you know this is it, yeah. Strange days have found us And through their strange hours we linger alone, Bodies confused, Memories misused, As we run from the day to a strange night of stone. Странные дни нашли нас, Странные дни выследили нас, Они вот-вот разрушат Наши случайные радости. Мы же продолжим наши игры или отыщем для себя новый город. Да! Взгляды странных глаз наполняют странные комнаты. Голоса дадут знать об их кончине от пресыщения. Хозяйка усмехается. Её гости уснули, устав грешить. Слушайте, как я рассказываю о грехе, и знайте, что к чему. Странные дни обнаружили нас, И в потоке их странных часов мы будем медленно умирать в одиночестве. Тела перепутаны, Воспоминания испорчены злом, А мы бежим прочь от дневного света к странной ночи, изваянной в камне. Смотрите также:
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Strange Days Have Found US
Strange Days Have Tracked US DOWN,
THEY'RE GOING TO DESTROY
OUR CASUAL JOYS,
We Shall Go On Playing or Find a New Town. Yeah!
Strange Eyes Fill Strange Rooms,
VOICES WILL Signal Their Tired End,
The Hostess Is Grinning,
HER Guests Sleep from Sinning,
Hear Me Tack of Sin and You Know This Is It, Yeah.
Strange Days Have Found US
And Through Their Strange Hours We Linger Alone,
Bodies Confused
Memories Misused,
AS WE RUN From the day to a Strange Night of Stone.
Weird days found us
Strange days quit us,
They are about to destroy
Our random joy.
We will continue our games or looking for a new city. Yes!
Views of strange eyes fill the strange rooms.
Voices will be given to know about their death from suggestion.
Mistress smiles.
Her guests fell asleep, charter sin.
Listen, as I tell about sin, and know what's what.
Strange days discovered us
And in the stream of their strange hours, we will slowly die alone.
Bodies are confused
Memories are corrupted by evil,
And we run away from daylight to the strange night, logged in stone.
