Джонни Кэш - Folsom Blues
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I hear the train a comin'; it's rollin' 'round the bend,
Я слышу поезд едет, проходит поворот,
And I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when.
А я не видел солнца уже который год.
I'm stuck at Folsom Prison and time keeps draggin' on.
Застрял в тюрьме я Фолсом, и время не спешит.
But that train keeps rollin' on down to San Antone.
А поезд в Сан-Антонио бежит-бежит-бежит
When I was just a baby, my mama told me, Son,
Когда я был ребенком, "Сынок" - сказала мать,
Always be a good boy; don't ever play with guns.
"Хорошим будь мальчишкой, не смей в людей стрелять".
But I shot a man in Reno, just to watch him die.
Но я убил парня в Рино, хотел смерть повидать.
When I hear that whistle blowin' I hang my head and cry.
Теперь я слышу поезд, и слезы не сдержать.
I bet there's rich folk eatin' in a fancy dining car.
И я готов поспорить, богачи в купе едят,
They're prob'ly drinkin' coffee and smokin' big cigars,
Пьют отличный кофе, сигарами смолят,
But I know I had it comin', I know I can't be free,
Ну а мне не быть свободным, ни в коем случае,
But those people keep a movin', and that's what tortures me.
Но они всё едут, едут, и это мучает.
Well, if they freed me from this prison, if that railroad train was mine,
Эх, если б меня освободили, и у меня билет бы был,
I bet I'd move on over a little farther down the line,
Держу пари, что я отсюда подальше бы свалил.
Far from Folsom Prison, that's where I want to stay,
Далеко от фолсома – за много-много вёрст,
And I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away
И свист этого поезда, мою б тоску унёс.
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I hear the train a comin '; it's rollin '' Round the Bend,
I hear the train rides, the turn passes,
And I Ain't Seen The Sunshine Since I Donat Know When.
And I have not seen the sun for a year now.
I'M Stuck at Folsom Prison and Time Keeps Draggin 'On.
I was stuck in prison with a fold, and time is in no hurry.
But that train Keeps Rollin 'On Down To San Antone.
And the train to San Antonio runs-whirlwind
When I Was Just a Baby, My Mama Told Me, Son,
When I was a child, "son," said the mother,
Always be a good boy; Don't Ever Play with Guns.
"Be a good boy, do not dare to shoot people."
But i Shot a Man in Reno, Just to Watch Him Die.
But I killed the guy in Rino, I wanted to see death.
When i hear that Who Blowin 'I Hang My Head and Cry.
Now I hear the train, and there are no tears.
I Bet there's Rich Folk Eatin 'in a Fancy Dining Car.
And I am ready to argue, the rich in the compartment eat,
They're Prob'ly Drinkin 'Coffee and Smokin' Big Cigars,
Drink excellent coffee, die with cigars,
But i know i had it comin ', I know i can't be free,
Well, I do not be free, in no case,
But Those People Keep a Movin ', and that's What Tortures me.
But they all go, go, and it torments.
Well, if freed me from this prison, if railroad train was min,
Eh, if I had been released, and I would have had a ticket,
I Bet i'd Move on Over a Little Farther Down The Line,
I hold a bet that I would have dumped away from here.
Far from Folsom Prison, That's What I Want to Stay,
Far from the followers-for many, many miles,
And i'd Let that Lonesome Whistle Blow My Blues Away
And the whistle of this train, I took my longing.
L.
I hear the train rides, the turn passes,
And I Ain't Seen The Sunshine Since I Donat Know When.
And I have not seen the sun for a year now.
I'M Stuck at Folsom Prison and Time Keeps Draggin 'On.
I was stuck in prison with a fold, and time is in no hurry.
But that train Keeps Rollin 'On Down To San Antone.
And the train to San Antonio runs-whirlwind
When I Was Just a Baby, My Mama Told Me, Son,
When I was a child, "son," said the mother,
Always be a good boy; Don't Ever Play with Guns.
"Be a good boy, do not dare to shoot people."
But i Shot a Man in Reno, Just to Watch Him Die.
But I killed the guy in Rino, I wanted to see death.
When i hear that Who Blowin 'I Hang My Head and Cry.
Now I hear the train, and there are no tears.
I Bet there's Rich Folk Eatin 'in a Fancy Dining Car.
And I am ready to argue, the rich in the compartment eat,
They're Prob'ly Drinkin 'Coffee and Smokin' Big Cigars,
Drink excellent coffee, die with cigars,
But i know i had it comin ', I know i can't be free,
Well, I do not be free, in no case,
But Those People Keep a Movin ', and that's What Tortures me.
But they all go, go, and it torments.
Well, if freed me from this prison, if railroad train was min,
Eh, if I had been released, and I would have had a ticket,
I Bet i'd Move on Over a Little Farther Down The Line,
I hold a bet that I would have dumped away from here.
Far from Folsom Prison, That's What I Want to Stay,
Far from the followers-for many, many miles,
And i'd Let that Lonesome Whistle Blow My Blues Away
And the whistle of this train, I took my longing.
L.
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