I count the corpses on my left, I find I'm not so tidy So I better get away, better make it today I've cut twenty-three down since Friday but I can't
thoughts From the skies, from paradise But they think that we're holding a secretive ball Won't someone invite them they're just taller children That's all, after all Man
President Joe once had a dream The world held his hand, gave their pledge So he told them his scheme for a Saviour Machine They called it the Prayer,
All the roads were straight and narrow And the prayers were small and yellow And the rumor spread that I was aging fast Then I ran across a monster who
're face to face With the man who sold the world Who knows? Not me We never lost control You're face to face With the man who sold the world
Pack a pack horse and rest up here on Black country rock You never know, you might find it here on Black country rock Pack a pack horse and rest up here
Day after day They send my friends away To mansions cold and grey To the far side of town Where the thin men stalk the streets While the sane stay underground
We met upon a hill, the night was cool and still She sucked my dormant will Mother, she blew my brain, I will go back again My God, she shook me cold
millions here We must have died along, a long long time ago Who knows? not me We never lost control You're face to face With the Man who Sold the World
here We must have died alone, a long long time ago Who knows? not me We never lost control You're face to face With the Man who Sold the World
Превод: Кърт Кобейн. Дейвид Бауи - човекът, който продава Световната.
Превод: Дейвид Бауи. Човекът, който продаде Светът.
Превод: Нирвана. Човекът, който продава World (David Bowie Cover.
: (Bowie) In the corner of the morning in the past I would sit and blame the master first and last All the roads were straight and narrow And the prayers
: (Bowie) Pack a pack horse up and rest up here on Black Country Rock You never know, you might find it here on Black Country Rock Some say the view
