| The Future |
Dec. 5th, 2004|12:19 pm |
Пераглядаю па пяць разоў Natural Born Killers...
Пью таматавы сок...
Цягну кэмл...
Гляжу у снягі і небы...
Аджываю прыгожа,
Бо аперадзе ачароднае жыцьцё дзеля прыгожага канца...
You don't know me from the wind, you never will, you never did
I'm the little jew who wrote the bible
I've seen nations rise and fall, I've heard their stories, heard them all
but love's the only engibe of survival
Your servant here he has been told to say it clear to say it cold:
It's over, it ain't going any further
And now the wheels of heaven stop, you feel the devil's riding crop
Get ready for the future: it is murder...
Your private life will suddenly explode
There'll be phantoms, there'll be fires on the road
and the white man dancing
You'll see your woman hanging upside down
her features covered by her fallen gown
and all the lousy little poets coming around
trying to sound like Charlie Manson
and the white man dancing...
Give me back the Berlin Wall, give me Stalin and St. Paul
Give me Christ or give me Hiroshima
Destroy another fetus now, we don't like children anyhow
I've seen the future, baby: it is murder...
(Leonard Cohen)
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