Lyrics The Doors - Hour For Magic
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resident mockery
give us an hour for magic
We of the purple glove
We of the starling flight
and velvet hour
We of arabic pleasure's breed
We of sundome and the night
Give us a creed
To believe
A night of Lust
Give us trust in
The Night
Give of color
hundred hues
a rich Mandala
for me and you
and for your silky
pillowed house
a head, wisdom
and a bed
Troubled decree
Resident mockery
has claimed thee
We used to believe
in the good old days
We still receive
In little ways
The Things of Kindness
and unsporting brow
Forget and allow
постоянные насмешки
дают нам целый час для ворожбы.
Мы - из пурпурной перчатки,
Мы - из полёта скворца
И бархатного неба,
Мы - из породы людей, получающих удовольствие от изысков арабов,
Мы - из Дневного Светила и ночной темноты.
Дай нам символ,
Чтобы верить,
Ночь Вожделения,
Дай нам веру в
Могущество Ночи.
Дай сотню оттенков
цвета,
яркую Мандалу
для нас с тобой
а для твоего домика,
заваленного шёлковыми подушечками -
дай здравый смысл, мудрость
и ложе.
Запутанный по смыслу указ,
Постоянно присутствующая насмешка
предъявила на тебя права.
Мы привыкли верить
в добрые старые деньки,
Которые по-прежнему
нам выдают небольшими порциями.
Кусочки Добра
И лица нечестных типов
Забудь, пускай себе существуют.
give us an hour for magic
We of the purple glove
We of the starling flight
and velvet hour
We of arabic pleasure's breed
We of sundome and the night
Give us a creed
To believe
A night of Lust
Give us trust in
The Night
Give of color
hundred hues
a rich Mandala
for me and you
and for your silky
pillowed house
a head, wisdom
and a bed
Troubled decree
Resident mockery
has claimed thee
We used to believe
in the good old days
We still receive
In little ways
The Things of Kindness
and unsporting brow
Forget and allow
постоянные насмешки
дают нам целый час для ворожбы.
Мы - из пурпурной перчатки,
Мы - из полёта скворца
И бархатного неба,
Мы - из породы людей, получающих удовольствие от изысков арабов,
Мы - из Дневного Светила и ночной темноты.
Дай нам символ,
Чтобы верить,
Ночь Вожделения,
Дай нам веру в
Могущество Ночи.
Дай сотню оттенков
цвета,
яркую Мандалу
для нас с тобой
а для твоего домика,
заваленного шёлковыми подушечками -
дай здравый смысл, мудрость
и ложе.
Запутанный по смыслу указ,
Постоянно присутствующая насмешка
предъявила на тебя права.
Мы привыкли верить
в добрые старые деньки,
Которые по-прежнему
нам выдают небольшими порциями.
Кусочки Добра
И лица нечестных типов
Забудь, пускай себе существуют.
resident mockery
give us an hour for magic
We of the purple glove
We of the starling flight
and velvet hour
We of arabic pleasure & # 39; s breed
We of sundome and the night
Give us a creed
To believe
A night of lust
Give us trust in
The night
Give of color
hundred hues
a rich mandala
for me and you
and for your silky
pillowed house
a head, wisdom
and a bed
Troubled decree
Resident mockery
has claimed thee
We used to believe
in the good old days
We still receive
In little ways
The things of kindness
and unsporting brow
Forget and allow
constant ridicule
give us a whole hour for divination.
We are from a purple glove
We are from a starling flight
And the velvet sky
We are from a breed of people who enjoy the delights of Arabs,
We are from the Daylight and night darkness.
Give us a symbol
To believe
The Night of Lust
Give us faith in
The Power of the Night.
Give a hundred shades
colors,
bright mandala
for you and me
but for your house
littered with silk pads -
give common sense wisdom
and bed.
A confusing decree
Permanent Taunt
claimed you.
We used to believe
in the good old days
Which are still
they give us small portions.
Pieces of Good
And faces of dishonest types
Forget let them exist.
give us an hour for magic
We of the purple glove
We of the starling flight
and velvet hour
We of arabic pleasure & # 39; s breed
We of sundome and the night
Give us a creed
To believe
A night of lust
Give us trust in
The night
Give of color
hundred hues
a rich mandala
for me and you
and for your silky
pillowed house
a head, wisdom
and a bed
Troubled decree
Resident mockery
has claimed thee
We used to believe
in the good old days
We still receive
In little ways
The things of kindness
and unsporting brow
Forget and allow
constant ridicule
give us a whole hour for divination.
We are from a purple glove
We are from a starling flight
And the velvet sky
We are from a breed of people who enjoy the delights of Arabs,
We are from the Daylight and night darkness.
Give us a symbol
To believe
The Night of Lust
Give us faith in
The Power of the Night.
Give a hundred shades
colors,
bright mandala
for you and me
but for your house
littered with silk pads -
give common sense wisdom
and bed.
A confusing decree
Permanent Taunt
claimed you.
We used to believe
in the good old days
Which are still
they give us small portions.
Pieces of Good
And faces of dishonest types
Forget let them exist.