Текст и перевод песни Bruce Hornsby - Paperboy - Live

Paperboy - Live

Let's all keep our voices low, here's a story you don't know
As good as anything we can't watch on HBO
Before you say it's all bunk or throw it out as so much junk
Listen what this guy's been hiding in his trunk

He's looking for me, he's looking for you
He'll cut off your feet just to take your shoes

There was that little girl, pink ribbon, auburn curls
Who ended up as cargo and then taken for a whirl
He must've given her a whack, pre-teen surprise attack
She ended up between the guys' spare tire and his jack

He's looking for me, he's looking for you
He'll cut off your feet just to take your shoes

He's looking for me, he's looking for you
Believe you me, every word is true

In his kitchen there's a corpse, made a meal of his divorce
Eats a different body part for every different course
In his basement there's a crypt, it's so well, well equipped
He's seen so many ghoulish things they now seem nondescript

He's looking for me, he's looking for you
Another peep and we'll be through

He's looking for me, he's looking for you
He'll cut off your feet just to take your shoes

Le livreur de journaux - Live

Chuchotons, ma belle, voici une histoire que tu ne connais pas
Aussi bien que tout ce qu'on ne peut pas regarder sur HBO
Avant de dire que c'est de la foutaise ou de le jeter comme un tas de junk
Écoute ce que ce type a caché dans son coffre

Il me cherche, il te cherche
Il te coupera les pieds juste pour prendre tes chaussures

Il y avait cette petite fille, ruban rose, boucles auburn
Qui a fini par être du fret et ensuite emmenée pour un tour
Il a dû lui donner un coup, attaque surprise pré-adolescente
Elle s'est retrouvée entre le pneu de secours des gars et son cric

Il me cherche, il te cherche
Il te coupera les pieds juste pour prendre tes chaussures

Il me cherche, il te cherche
Crois-moi, chaque mot est vrai

Dans sa cuisine, il y a un cadavre, il a fait un repas de son divorce
Il mange une partie du corps différente pour chaque plat différent
Dans son sous-sol, il y a une crypte, elle est si bien, bien équipée
Il a vu tellement de choses macabres qu'elles semblent maintenant anodines

Il me cherche, il te cherche
Encore un coup d'oeil et nous aurons terminé

Il me cherche, il te cherche
Il te coupera les pieds juste pour prendre tes chaussures