Lyrics The Doors - Stoned Immaculate
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I'll tell you this...
No eternal reward will forgive us now
For wasting the dawn.
Back in those days everything was simpler and more confused.
One summer night, going to pier,
I ran into two young girls.
The blonde was called Freedom,
The dark one, Enterprise,
We talked and they told me this story:
Now listen to this...
I'll tell you about Texas Radio and the Big Beat.
Soft driven, slow and mad
Like some new language,
Reaching your head with the cold, sudden fury of a divine messenger.
Let me tell you about heartache and the loss of God.
Wandering, wandering in hopeless night.
Out here in the perimeter there are no stars.
Out here we is stoned
Immaculate.
Вот что я скажу тебе...
Никакая награда, дарованная вечностью, не сможет простить нам
Растраченную впустую силу рассвета...
Давным-давно всё было гораздо проще, но и намного запутанней.
Как-то летней ночью по дороге на причал
Я наткнулся на двух молоденьких девчушек.
Блондинку звали Свободой,
Брюнетку - Смелостью,
Мы поговорили, и они поведали мне эту историю:
Теперь послушай и ты...
Я расскажу тебе о техасском радио и биг-бите.
Плавно льющемся, медленном и одновременно безумном,
Словно некий новый язык,
Достигающий твоего рассудка с внезапной холодной яростью божественного посланника.
Позволь поведать тебе о душевных страданиях и утрате бога.
Скитаясь, скитаясь в безнадёжной ночи.
Там, на ночных границах, нет звёзд.
Там мы обкуренные
Абсолютно.
No eternal reward will forgive us now
For wasting the dawn.
Back in those days everything was simpler and more confused.
One summer night, going to pier,
I ran into two young girls.
The blonde was called Freedom,
The dark one, Enterprise,
We talked and they told me this story:
Now listen to this...
I'll tell you about Texas Radio and the Big Beat.
Soft driven, slow and mad
Like some new language,
Reaching your head with the cold, sudden fury of a divine messenger.
Let me tell you about heartache and the loss of God.
Wandering, wandering in hopeless night.
Out here in the perimeter there are no stars.
Out here we is stoned
Immaculate.
Вот что я скажу тебе...
Никакая награда, дарованная вечностью, не сможет простить нам
Растраченную впустую силу рассвета...
Давным-давно всё было гораздо проще, но и намного запутанней.
Как-то летней ночью по дороге на причал
Я наткнулся на двух молоденьких девчушек.
Блондинку звали Свободой,
Брюнетку - Смелостью,
Мы поговорили, и они поведали мне эту историю:
Теперь послушай и ты...
Я расскажу тебе о техасском радио и биг-бите.
Плавно льющемся, медленном и одновременно безумном,
Словно некий новый язык,
Достигающий твоего рассудка с внезапной холодной яростью божественного посланника.
Позволь поведать тебе о душевных страданиях и утрате бога.
Скитаясь, скитаясь в безнадёжной ночи.
Там, на ночных границах, нет звёзд.
Там мы обкуренные
Абсолютно.
I'll tell you this ...
No eternal reward will forgive us now
For wasting the dawn.
Back in those days it was simpler and more confused.
One summer night, going to pier,
I ran into two young girls.
The blonde was called Freedom,
The dark one, Enterprise,
We talked and they told me this story:
Now listen to this ...
I'll tell you about Texas Radio and the Big Beat.
Soft driven, slow and mad
Like some new language,
Seeing your divine messenger.
Let me tell you about the loss of God.
Wandering, wandering in hopeless night.
There are no stars.
Out here we is stoned
Immaculate.
That's what I tell you ...
No reward granted by eternity can forgive us.
Wasted power of the dawn ...
Once upon a time everything was much simpler, but also much more confusing.
One summer night on the way to the pier
I stumbled upon two young girls.
The blonde name was Freedom,
Brunette - Courage,
We talked and they told me the story:
Now listen and you ...
I'll tell you about Texas radio and big beat.
Slowly flowing, slow and crazy at the same time.
Like some new language,
Reaching your mind with a sudden cold rage of the divine messenger.
Let me tell you about the spiritual suffering and the loss of God.
Roaming, roaming in a hopeless night.
There, at night boundaries, there are no stars.
There we are stoned
Absolutely.
No eternal reward will forgive us now
For wasting the dawn.
Back in those days it was simpler and more confused.
One summer night, going to pier,
I ran into two young girls.
The blonde was called Freedom,
The dark one, Enterprise,
We talked and they told me this story:
Now listen to this ...
I'll tell you about Texas Radio and the Big Beat.
Soft driven, slow and mad
Like some new language,
Seeing your divine messenger.
Let me tell you about the loss of God.
Wandering, wandering in hopeless night.
There are no stars.
Out here we is stoned
Immaculate.
That's what I tell you ...
No reward granted by eternity can forgive us.
Wasted power of the dawn ...
Once upon a time everything was much simpler, but also much more confusing.
One summer night on the way to the pier
I stumbled upon two young girls.
The blonde name was Freedom,
Brunette - Courage,
We talked and they told me the story:
Now listen and you ...
I'll tell you about Texas radio and big beat.
Slowly flowing, slow and crazy at the same time.
Like some new language,
Reaching your mind with a sudden cold rage of the divine messenger.
Let me tell you about the spiritual suffering and the loss of God.
Roaming, roaming in a hopeless night.
There, at night boundaries, there are no stars.
There we are stoned
Absolutely.