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Chumbawamba Waiting for the Bus

Chumbawamba - Waiting for the Bus

Текст и перевод песни Chumbawamba - Waiting for the Bus




Waiting for the Bus
В ожидании автобуса
My name is Gary Tyler, Louisiana-born
Меня зовут Гари Тайлер, родом из Луизианы,
Shadow of the poplar tree on fields all ripe with corn
Тень тополя на полях, полных спелой кукурузы.
Sixteen years I counted on the rising of the sun
Шестнадцать лет я встречал восход солнца,
I'm just waiting for the bus to take me home
Я просто жду автобуса, который отвезет меня домой.
Of all the Disunited States divided black and white
Из всех Разъединенных Штатов, разделенных на черное и белое,
Louisiana taught me how to think and how to fight
Луизиана научила меня думать и бороться.
Sixty of us kids aboard the number 91
Шестьдесят детей с нами в автобусе номер 91,
I'm just waiting for the bus to take me home
Я просто жду автобуса, который отвезет меня домой.
Bus was barely moving we were set upon and stopped
Автобус едва двигался, нас остановили,
Watched 200 white boys throwing bottles, cans and rocks
Видел 200 белых парней, бросающих бутылки, банки и камни.
Trapped and scared together there was nowhere we could run
В ловушке и страхе вместе, нам некуда было бежать,
I'm just waiting for the bus to take me home
Я просто жду автобуса, который отвезет меня домой.
Boy outside the bus, an automatic in his hand
Парень снаружи автобуса, автомат в его руке,
We heard a single shot and then we all just hit the ground
Мы услышали один выстрел, и все упали на землю.
I never pulled a trigger and I never held a gun
Я никогда не нажимал на курок и не держал в руках оружие,
I'm just waiting for the bus to take me home
Я просто жду автобуса, который отвезет меня домой.
White boy lay there bleeding cops they searched the bus
Белый парень лежал, истекая кровью, копы обыскали автобус,
Never found a thing to say that it was one of us
Ничего не нашли, чтобы сказать, что это был один из нас.
Took us down the station they were beating us for fun
Отвезли нас в участок, избивали ради забавы,
I'm just waiting for the bus to take me home
Я просто жду автобуса, который отвезет меня домой.
Gun produced from nowhere pinned the crime on me
Оружие, появившееся из ниоткуда, повесило преступление на меня,
A lynchmob for a jury meant they'd never set me free
Суд Линча означал, что меня никогда не освободят.
Thirty years in prison for a crime I haven't done
Тридцать лет в тюрьме за преступление, которого я не совершал,
I'm just waiting for the bus to take me home
Я просто жду автобуса, который отвезет меня домой.
Waiting here the world has turned a thousand times or more
Жду здесь, мир повернулся тысячу раз или больше,
Stranded like the man who never knew they'd stopped the war
Брошенный, как человек, который не знал, что война закончилась.
Waiting for the pardon but the pardon never comes
Жду помилования, но помилование не приходит,
I'm just waiting for the bus to take me home.
Я просто жду автобуса, который отвезет меня домой.




Авторы: Neil Ferguson, Allan Whalley, Louise Watts, Judith Abbott
Chumbawamba - The Boy Bands Have Won
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The Boy Bands Have Won
дата релиза
03-03-2008

1 Lord Bateman's Motorbike
2 Refugee
3 To a Little Radio
4 When an Old Man Dies
5 Waiting for the Bus
6 Same Old Same Old
7 The Ogre
8 Charlie
9 Rip RP
10 Compliments of Your Waitress
11 You Watched Me Dance
12 Bury Me Deep
13 Sing About Love
14 (Words Flew) Right Around the World
15 A Fine Career
16 Fine Line
17 All Fur Coat & No Knickers
18 Word Bomber
19 I Wish That They'd Sack Me
20 Unpindownable
21 El Fusilado
22 Hull or Hell
23 Words Can Save Us
24 Add Me
25 What We Want
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The Boy Bands Have Won, and All the Copyists and the Tribute Bands and the TV Talent Show Producers Have Won, If We Allow Our Culture to Be Shaped by Mimicry, Whether from Lack of Ideas or From Exaggerated Respect. You Should Never Try to Freeze Culture. What You Can Do Is Recycle That Culture. Take Your Older Brother's Hand-Me-Down Jacket and Re-Style It, Re-Fashion It to the Point Where It Becomes Your Own. But Don't Just Regurgitate Creative History, or Hold Art and Music and Literature as Fixed, Untouchable and Kept Under Glass. The People Who Try to 'Guard' Any Particular Form of Music Are, Like the Copyists and Manufactured Bands, Doing It the Worst Disservice, Because the Only Thing That You Can Do to Music That Will Damage It Is Not Change It, Not Make It Your Own. Because Then It Dies, Then It's Over, Then It's Done, and the Boy Bands Have Won.
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