The Doors - Black Polished Chrome
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The music was new,
black polished chrome
And came over the summer
like liquid night.
The DJ's took pills to stay awake
and play for seven days.
They went to the studio
and someone knew him;
Someone knew the TV showman.
He came to our homeroom party
and played records
And when he left in the hot noon sun
and walked to his car,
We saw the chooks had written
F-U-C-K on his windshield.
He wiped it off with a white rag
and, smiling coolly, drove away.
"He's rich. Got a big car."
Звучала новая музыка,
блестящий чёрный хром,
И струилась сквозь лето,
Подобно хмельной ночи
Ди-джеи глотали колёса, чтобы не спать
и вкалывали семь дней к ряду.
Они зашли в студию,
и кто-то узнал его;
Кто-то узнал ведущего телевизионного шоу.
Он пришёл на нашу домашнюю вечеринку
и крутил там пластинки.
А когда он ушёл в лучах полуденного солнца, раскалённого до предела,
и направился к своей машине,
Мы увидели, что педрилы написали слово
"FUCK" на лобовом стекле его авто.
Он вытер эту надпись стерильно-белой тряпочкой
и, безмятежно улыбаясь, укатил.
Он богат. Тачка у него крутая.
black polished chrome
And came over the summer
like liquid night.
The DJ's took pills to stay awake
and play for seven days.
They went to the studio
and someone knew him;
Someone knew the TV showman.
He came to our homeroom party
and played records
And when he left in the hot noon sun
and walked to his car,
We saw the chooks had written
F-U-C-K on his windshield.
He wiped it off with a white rag
and, smiling coolly, drove away.
"He's rich. Got a big car."
Звучала новая музыка,
блестящий чёрный хром,
И струилась сквозь лето,
Подобно хмельной ночи
Ди-джеи глотали колёса, чтобы не спать
и вкалывали семь дней к ряду.
Они зашли в студию,
и кто-то узнал его;
Кто-то узнал ведущего телевизионного шоу.
Он пришёл на нашу домашнюю вечеринку
и крутил там пластинки.
А когда он ушёл в лучах полуденного солнца, раскалённого до предела,
и направился к своей машине,
Мы увидели, что педрилы написали слово
"FUCK" на лобовом стекле его авто.
Он вытер эту надпись стерильно-белой тряпочкой
и, безмятежно улыбаясь, укатил.
Он богат. Тачка у него крутая.
The Music Was New,
Black Polished Chrome
And Came Over The Summer
Like Liquid Night.
The Dj's took Pills to Stay Awake
And Play for Seven Days.
They Went to the Studio
And Someone Knew Him;
SOMEONE KNew The TV Showman.
He Came to Oour Hoomeroom Party
And Played Records
And when he left in the Hot Noon Sun
And Walked to His Car,
We Saw The Chuoks Had Written
F-U-C-K-HIS Windshield.
He Wiped it off with a White Rag
And, Smiling Coolly, Drove away.
"He's Rich. Got a Big Car."
New music sounded,
shiny black chrome,
And flowing through the summer
Like a hoppy night
DJs swallowed wheels so as not to sleep
And they work hard for seven days to a row.
They went to the studio
And someone recognized him;
Someone recognized the host of the television show.
He came to our home party
And he twisted the records there.
And when he left in the rays of the midday sun, red -hot to the limit,
and went to his car,
We saw that Pedrila wrote a word
"Fuck" on the windshield of his car.
He wiped this inscription with a sterile white rag
And, smiling serenely, he dripped.
He is rich. His car is cool.
Black Polished Chrome
And Came Over The Summer
Like Liquid Night.
The Dj's took Pills to Stay Awake
And Play for Seven Days.
They Went to the Studio
And Someone Knew Him;
SOMEONE KNew The TV Showman.
He Came to Oour Hoomeroom Party
And Played Records
And when he left in the Hot Noon Sun
And Walked to His Car,
We Saw The Chuoks Had Written
F-U-C-K-HIS Windshield.
He Wiped it off with a White Rag
And, Smiling Coolly, Drove away.
"He's Rich. Got a Big Car."
New music sounded,
shiny black chrome,
And flowing through the summer
Like a hoppy night
DJs swallowed wheels so as not to sleep
And they work hard for seven days to a row.
They went to the studio
And someone recognized him;
Someone recognized the host of the television show.
He came to our home party
And he twisted the records there.
And when he left in the rays of the midday sun, red -hot to the limit,
and went to his car,
We saw that Pedrila wrote a word
"Fuck" on the windshield of his car.
He wiped this inscription with a sterile white rag
And, smiling serenely, he dripped.
He is rich. His car is cool.
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