Текст и перевод песни Blue Sky Boys - Mary of the Wild Moor
Push
your
controlling
values
aside
Laisse
de
côté
tes
valeurs
qui
me
contrôlent
And
dissect
your
own
life.
Et
dissèque
ta
propre
vie.
It's
not
about
my
beliefs.
Ce
n'est
pas
une
question
de
mes
convictions.
It's
about
personal
choice.
C'est
une
question
de
choix
personnel.
It
breaks
your
heart
to
see
me
consume,
Cela
te
brise
le
cœur
de
me
voir
consommer,
But
it
shatters
mine
to
see
people
follow
you.
Mais
cela
brise
le
mien
de
voir
les
gens
te
suivre.
Ask
me
to
be
blameless.
Tu
me
demandes
d'être
irréprochable.
You
ask
me
to
be
blameless.
Tu
me
demandes
d'être
irréprochable.
You
ask
me
to
be
blameless,
Tu
me
demandes
d'être
irréprochable,
But
who
are
you
to
decide
what's
right?
Mais
qui
es-tu
pour
décider
de
ce
qui
est
juste
?
Don't
say
another
word.
Ne
dis
plus
un
mot.
Don't
say
another
word.
You've
crossed
the
line.
Don't
say
another
word.
You've
crossed
the
line.
Don't
say
another
word.
You've
crossed
the
line.
Don't
say
another
word.
You've
crossed
the
line.
Ne
dis
plus
un
mot.
Tu
as
franchi
la
ligne.
Ne
dis
plus
un
mot.
Tu
as
franchi
la
ligne.
Ne
dis
plus
un
mot.
Tu
as
franchi
la
ligne.
Ne
dis
plus
un
mot.
Tu
as
franchi
la
ligne.
Let's
go...
Allons-y...
I
won't
hesitate
to
put
you
in
your
place.
Je
n'hésiterai
pas
à
te
remettre
à
ta
place.
You
are
the
straw
that's
crushing
my
back.
Tu
es
la
paille
qui
écrase
mon
dos.
You
ask
me
to
be
blameless.
Tu
me
demandes
d'être
irréprochable.
You
ask
me
to
be
blameless,
Tu
me
demandes
d'être
irréprochable,
But
who
are
you
to
decide
what's
right?
Mais
qui
es-tu
pour
décider
de
ce
qui
est
juste
?
Don't
say
another
word...
Ne
dis
plus
un
mot...
However,
I
thank
you
for
this
pen
and
ink
ammunition.
Cependant,
je
te
remercie
pour
cette
encre
et
ce
papier
qui
me
servent
de
munitions.
Thank
you
for
the
inspiration.
Merci
pour
l'inspiration.
You're
the
straw
that's
crushing
my
back.
Tu
es
la
paille
qui
écrase
mon
dos.
You
are
the
salt
that's
burning
my
wounds.
Tu
es
le
sel
qui
brûle
mes
blessures.
You're
the
straw
that's
crushing
my
back.
Tu
es
la
paille
qui
écrase
mon
dos.
You
are
the
salt
that's
burning
my
wounds.
Tu
es
le
sel
qui
brûle
mes
blessures.
You're
the
straw
that's
crushing
my
back.
Tu
es
la
paille
qui
écrase
mon
dos.
You
are
the
salt
that's
burning
my
wounds.
Tu
es
le
sel
qui
brûle
mes
blessures.
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2 The East Virginia Blues
3 Wildwood Flower
4 Do Right Daddy Blues
5 Frankie and Johnny
6 Mule Skinner Blues
7 In The Jailhouse Now No. 2
8 Will the Circle Be Unbroken?
9 Brown’s Ferry Blues
10 Wreck of the Old 97
11 The Prisoners Song
12 Mary of the Wild Moor
13 In the Hills of Roane County
14 She's a Hum Dum Dinger (From Dingersville), Pt. 2
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