Текст и перевод песни Billy's Band - So Long I'll See Ya
So Long I'll See Ya
So Long I'll See Ya
Я,
я
хотел
рассказать
Вам
о
плохих
днях.
У
меня
I,
I
wanted
to
tell
you
about
the
bad
days.
I
have
было
несколько
плохих
дней,
я
хранил
их
в
таком
There
were
a
few
bad
days,
I
kept
them
like
this
маленьком
коробочке,
и
однажды
в
сердцах
выбросил
in
a
small
box,
and
one
day
he
threw
it
away
in
his
heart
за
окошко.
Я
уж
не
знаю,
что
было
посажено
там
у
out
the
window.
I
do
not
know
what
was
planted
there
at
нас
на
газоне,
по-моему
кто-то
хотел
вырастить
I
think
someone
wanted
to
grow
us
on
the
lawn.
кофейное
дерево.
Но
тут
пошел
страшный
дождь,
и
the
coffee
tree.
But
then
it
started
to
rain
terribly,
and
вместо
дерева
взошли
плохие
дни,
которые
Instead
of
a
tree,
bad
days
have
sprung
up,
which
превратились
потом
в
плохие
недели.
Плохие
недели
then
they
turned
into
bad
weeks.
Bad
weeks
превратились
в
плохие
месяцы
и
в
конце-концов
всё
turned
into
bad
months
and
in
the
end
everything
это
дело
превратилось
в
один
большой
плохой
год.
this
case
turned
into
one
big
bad
year.
Так
вот,
послушайте
меня,
не
храните
плохие
дни.
So,
listen
to
me,
don't
keep
the
bad
days.
Сжигайте
их,
разрывайте
на
части,
не
знаю,
давите
Burn
them,
tear
them
apart,
I
don't
know,
crush
them
их,
как
клопов...
Давайте,
Вы
будете
давить
мои
их,
как
клопов...
Давайте,
Вы
будете
давить
мои
плохие
дни,
а
я
- Ваши...
плохие
дни,
а
я
- Ваши...
Mamas
in
the
kitchen,
Daddies
on
the
phone
Mamas
in
the
kitchen,
Daddies
on
the
phone
Nobody
knows
what's
going
on
Nobody
knows
what's
going
on
But
I've
got
them.
So
long
I'll
see
you
But
I've
got
them.
So
long
I'll
see
you
My
Buick's
outside
waiting
blues
My
Buick's
outside
waiting
blues
One
for
the
money,
two
for
the
show
One
for
the
money,
two
for
the
show
Three
to
get
ready,
I'm
gotta
go
Three
to
get
ready,
I'm
gotta
go
But
I've
got
them.
So
long
I'll
see
you
But
I've
got
them.
So
long
I'll
see
you
My
Buick's
outside
waiting
blues
My
Buick's
outside
waiting
blues
Gigolo’s
jumping
salty,
ain’t
no
trade
out
on
the
streets,
Gigolo’s
jumping
salty,
ain’t
no
trade
out
on
the
streets,
Half
past
the
unlucky,
and
a
front-row
seat
Half
past
the
unlucky,
and
a
front-row
seat
And
a
wooden
kimono
that
was
all
ready
to
drop
in
san
francisco
bay
And
a
wooden
kimono
that
was
all
ready
to
drop
in
san
francisco
bay
He
was
just
mumbling
something
all
about
the
one
that
got
away
He
was
just
mumbling
something
all
about
the
one
that
got
away
Gotta
skeet-skat
outta
here...
Gotta
skeet-skat
outta
here...
Gotta
skeet-skat
outta
here...
Gotta
skeet-skat
outta
here...
We
gotta
skeet-skat
outta
here...
We
gotta
skeet-skat
outta
here...
We
gotta
skeet-skat...
We
gotta
skeet-skat...
Mamas
in
the
kitchen,
Daddies
on
the
phone
Mamas
in
the
kitchen,
Daddies
on
the
phone
Nobody
knows
what's
going
on
Nobody
knows
what's
going
on
But
I've
got
them.
So
long
I'll
see
you
But
I've
got
them.
So
long
I'll
see
you
My
Buick's
outside
waiting
blues...
My
Buick's
outside
waiting
blues...
My
Buick's
outside
waiting
blues...
My
Buick's
outside
waiting
blues...
My
Buick's
outside
waiting
blues...
My
Buick's
outside
waiting
blues...
My
Buick's
outside...
My
Buick's
outside...
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