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На шоссе безлюдном длинном
штата Омаха
Можешь слушать стон мотора ты и
шелест воздуха…
И ты думаешь о той, с кем
был знаком еще вчера. До утра…
Скоро мысли возвратятся
на круги своя,
Уж часов шестнадцать к ряду
Ты в седле, вперед смотря…
И езда тебе не в радость,
Ты мечтаешь слезть с «коня».
Вот опять – мне по трассе гнать.
Я на сцене – и снова в путь.
Вот иду - чтоб звезду играть,
Чтоб страни- цу пролистнуть.
Заходя в какой-то ресторан,
Выжат, утомлён,
На себе ты ловишь взгляды,
От тепла слегка сморён...
Притворяясь безразличным к ним,
Ты внутри уже взбешён!
Пересуды их не слышишь ты, лишь обрывки фраз.
Как заезжена пластинка! "Это что за фантомас?"
И всегда числом их больше, пасуешь ты опять
Всех послать...
Вот опять – мне по трассе гнать.
Я на сцене – и снова в путь.
Вот иду - чтоб звезду играть,
Чтоб страни- цу пролистнуть.
О-о-у... Под прожекторами, отрешён от суеты,
Всю энергию до йоты хочешь выдать залу ты.
И струится пот по телу. Дни без музыки пусты…
Позже той же ночью ты лежишь без сна.
Гулким эхо микрофонов голова полна.
Дым сигарет закончит день. А в мыслях вновь она…
Вновь она….
Вот опять – мне по трассе гнать.
Снова сцена – я выбрал путь.
Вот иду - чтоб звезду играть,
Чтоб страни- цу пролистнуть.
Чтоб страни- цу пролистнуть...
Чтоб страни- цу
пролистнуть.
Пролистнуть.
Я ушёл...
On a long and lonesome highway, east of Omaha
You can listen to the engines
moanin' Out its one note song
You can think about the woman or the girl
You knew the night before
But your thoughts will soon be wandering
The way they always do
When you're ridin' sixteen hours
And there's nothin' much to do
And you don't feel much like riding
You just wish the trip was through
Chorus:
Here I am, On the road again
There I am, Up on the stage
There I go, Playin' star again
There I go, Turn the page
So you walk into this restaurant
Strung out from the road
And you feel the eyes upon you
As you're shaking off the cold
You pretend it doesn't bother you
But you just want to explode
most times you can't hear 'em talk
But other times you can
All the same old clichés:
"Is it woman? Is it man?"
And you always seem outnumbered
You don't dare make a stand
Make your stand
Chorus:
Here I am, On the road again
There I am, Up on the stage
Here I go, Playn' star again
There I go, Turn the page
Whoa-oh
Out there in the spotlight, you're a million miles away
Every ounce of energy, you try and give away
As the sweat pours out your body, like the music that you play
Later in the evenin' as you lie awake in bed
With the echoes of the amplifiers ringin' in your head
You smoke the day's last cigarette
Rememberin' what she said
What she said
(Yeah, what she said.)
Yeah
Here I am, on the road again
There I am, up on the stage
Here I go, playn' star again
There I go, turn the page
And there I go, turn that page
There I go, yeah
Here I go, yeah(3x)
There I go, there I go
(And I'm gone)
штата Омаха
Можешь слушать стон мотора ты и
шелест воздуха…
И ты думаешь о той, с кем
был знаком еще вчера. До утра…
Скоро мысли возвратятся
на круги своя,
Уж часов шестнадцать к ряду
Ты в седле, вперед смотря…
И езда тебе не в радость,
Ты мечтаешь слезть с «коня».
Вот опять – мне по трассе гнать.
Я на сцене – и снова в путь.
Вот иду - чтоб звезду играть,
Чтоб страни- цу пролистнуть.
Заходя в какой-то ресторан,
Выжат, утомлён,
На себе ты ловишь взгляды,
От тепла слегка сморён...
Притворяясь безразличным к ним,
Ты внутри уже взбешён!
Пересуды их не слышишь ты, лишь обрывки фраз.
Как заезжена пластинка! "Это что за фантомас?"
И всегда числом их больше, пасуешь ты опять
Всех послать...
Вот опять – мне по трассе гнать.
Я на сцене – и снова в путь.
Вот иду - чтоб звезду играть,
Чтоб страни- цу пролистнуть.
О-о-у... Под прожекторами, отрешён от суеты,
Всю энергию до йоты хочешь выдать залу ты.
И струится пот по телу. Дни без музыки пусты…
Позже той же ночью ты лежишь без сна.
Гулким эхо микрофонов голова полна.
Дым сигарет закончит день. А в мыслях вновь она…
Вновь она….
Вот опять – мне по трассе гнать.
Снова сцена – я выбрал путь.
Вот иду - чтоб звезду играть,
Чтоб страни- цу пролистнуть.
Чтоб страни- цу пролистнуть...
Чтоб страни- цу
пролистнуть.
Пролистнуть.
Я ушёл...
On a long and lonesome highway, east of Omaha
You can listen to the engines
moanin' Out its one note song
You can think about the woman or the girl
You knew the night before
But your thoughts will soon be wandering
The way they always do
When you're ridin' sixteen hours
And there's nothin' much to do
And you don't feel much like riding
You just wish the trip was through
Chorus:
Here I am, On the road again
There I am, Up on the stage
There I go, Playin' star again
There I go, Turn the page
So you walk into this restaurant
Strung out from the road
And you feel the eyes upon you
As you're shaking off the cold
You pretend it doesn't bother you
But you just want to explode
most times you can't hear 'em talk
But other times you can
All the same old clichés:
"Is it woman? Is it man?"
And you always seem outnumbered
You don't dare make a stand
Make your stand
Chorus:
Here I am, On the road again
There I am, Up on the stage
Here I go, Playn' star again
There I go, Turn the page
Whoa-oh
Out there in the spotlight, you're a million miles away
Every ounce of energy, you try and give away
As the sweat pours out your body, like the music that you play
Later in the evenin' as you lie awake in bed
With the echoes of the amplifiers ringin' in your head
You smoke the day's last cigarette
Rememberin' what she said
What she said
(Yeah, what she said.)
Yeah
Here I am, on the road again
There I am, up on the stage
Here I go, playn' star again
There I go, turn the page
And there I go, turn that page
There I go, yeah
Here I go, yeah(3x)
There I go, there I go
(And I'm gone)
On the highway deserted long
OMAKHA
You can listen to the moor of the motor and
rustling of air ...
And you think about the one with whom
I was familiar yesterday. Until morning…
Soon thoughts will return
on its circles,
Already sixteen for a row
You are in the saddle, looking forward ...
And you are not happy to ride
You dream of getting off the "horse".
Here again - I can drive on the highway.
I'm on stage - and again on the road.
Here I go - to play the star,
To pour the states.
Going into some restaurant,
Squeezed, tired,
You catch your eyes on yourself
Slightly wrinkled from heat ...
Pretending to be indifferent to them,
You are already furious inside!
You can’t hear them gossip, only fragments of phrases.
How a plate is a hazard! "What is this phantom?"
And always more than there are more of them, you graze again
Send everyone ...
Here again - I can drive on the highway.
I'm on stage - and again on the road.
Here I go - to play the star,
To pour the states.
Oh-oh ... under the spotlights, renounced from the fuss,
You want to give out all the energy to the yota.
And sweat flows through the body. Days without music are empty ...
Later the same night you lie without sleep.
The head of the microphones of the microphones is full.
Smoke cigarette will finish the day. And in her thoughts she again ...
Again she ....
Here again - I can drive on the highway.
Again the scene - I chose the way.
Here I go - to play the star,
To pour the states.
To pour the states ...
So that the states
Stick.
Stick.
I left...
On a Long and Lonesome Highway, East of Omaha
You can listen to the Engines
Moanin 'Out Its One Note Song
You can think About the Woman or Girl
You Knew the Night Before
But Your Thumbs Will Soon Be Wandering
The Way the Always Do
Wen you're Ridin 'Sixteen Houors
And there's note 'much to do
And You Don't Feel Much Like Riding
You just wish the trip was through
Chorus:
Here i am, On the Road Again
There i am, up on the stage
There I go, Playin 'Star AGain
There i go, Turn the Page
So you walk into this restaurant
Strung Out from the Road
And you face uyes upon you
As you're shaking off the cold
You Pretend Itsn '
But You Just Want to Explode
Most Times You canon Hear 'Em Talk
But Other Times You Can
All the Same Old Clichés:
"Is it woman? Is it man?"
And you always seem Outnumbered
You Donat Dare Make a Stand
Make Your Stand
Chorus:
Here i am, On the Road Again
There i am, up on the stage
Here i go, Playn 'Star AGain
There i go, Turn the Page
Whoa-Oh
Out There in the Spotlight, You're a Million Miles Away
EVERY OUNCE of Energy, You Try and Give Away
As the Sweat Pours Out Your Body, Like the Music that You Play
Later in the Evenin 'As You Lie Awake in Bed
With the echoes of the amplifiers ringin 'in your head
You smoke The Day's Last Cigarette
Rememberin 'What She Said
What She Said
(Yeah, What She Said.)
Yeah
Here i am, On the Road Again
There i am, up on the stage
Here i go, Playn 'Star AGain
There i go, Turn the Page
And there i go, Turn that page
There i go, yeah
Heere i Go, Yeah (3x)
There i go, there i go
(And i'm gone)
OMAKHA
You can listen to the moor of the motor and
rustling of air ...
And you think about the one with whom
I was familiar yesterday. Until morning…
Soon thoughts will return
on its circles,
Already sixteen for a row
You are in the saddle, looking forward ...
And you are not happy to ride
You dream of getting off the "horse".
Here again - I can drive on the highway.
I'm on stage - and again on the road.
Here I go - to play the star,
To pour the states.
Going into some restaurant,
Squeezed, tired,
You catch your eyes on yourself
Slightly wrinkled from heat ...
Pretending to be indifferent to them,
You are already furious inside!
You can’t hear them gossip, only fragments of phrases.
How a plate is a hazard! "What is this phantom?"
And always more than there are more of them, you graze again
Send everyone ...
Here again - I can drive on the highway.
I'm on stage - and again on the road.
Here I go - to play the star,
To pour the states.
Oh-oh ... under the spotlights, renounced from the fuss,
You want to give out all the energy to the yota.
And sweat flows through the body. Days without music are empty ...
Later the same night you lie without sleep.
The head of the microphones of the microphones is full.
Smoke cigarette will finish the day. And in her thoughts she again ...
Again she ....
Here again - I can drive on the highway.
Again the scene - I chose the way.
Here I go - to play the star,
To pour the states.
To pour the states ...
So that the states
Stick.
Stick.
I left...
On a Long and Lonesome Highway, East of Omaha
You can listen to the Engines
Moanin 'Out Its One Note Song
You can think About the Woman or Girl
You Knew the Night Before
But Your Thumbs Will Soon Be Wandering
The Way the Always Do
Wen you're Ridin 'Sixteen Houors
And there's note 'much to do
And You Don't Feel Much Like Riding
You just wish the trip was through
Chorus:
Here i am, On the Road Again
There i am, up on the stage
There I go, Playin 'Star AGain
There i go, Turn the Page
So you walk into this restaurant
Strung Out from the Road
And you face uyes upon you
As you're shaking off the cold
You Pretend Itsn '
But You Just Want to Explode
Most Times You canon Hear 'Em Talk
But Other Times You Can
All the Same Old Clichés:
"Is it woman? Is it man?"
And you always seem Outnumbered
You Donat Dare Make a Stand
Make Your Stand
Chorus:
Here i am, On the Road Again
There i am, up on the stage
Here i go, Playn 'Star AGain
There i go, Turn the Page
Whoa-Oh
Out There in the Spotlight, You're a Million Miles Away
EVERY OUNCE of Energy, You Try and Give Away
As the Sweat Pours Out Your Body, Like the Music that You Play
Later in the Evenin 'As You Lie Awake in Bed
With the echoes of the amplifiers ringin 'in your head
You smoke The Day's Last Cigarette
Rememberin 'What She Said
What She Said
(Yeah, What She Said.)
Yeah
Here i am, On the Road Again
There i am, up on the stage
Here i go, Playn 'Star AGain
There i go, Turn the Page
And there i go, Turn that page
There i go, yeah
Heere i Go, Yeah (3x)
There i go, there i go
(And i'm gone)