Ñõåìà · [ Ñòàíäàðòíûé ] · Ëèíåéíûé+ Ìóçûêà, îáñóæäàåì ðàçëè÷íûå íàïðàâëåíèÿ â ìóçûêå

Ìîåìó áóäóùåìó ðåáåíêó...
Ìîåìó áóäóùåìó ðåáåíêó... åñëè ìíå íå óäàñòñÿ
Ïðîñòî ïîìíè, ÷òî ïàïà ëþáèò òåáÿ.
{*ãîâîðèò íà çàäíåì ïëàíå*}
Ìîåìó áóäóùåìó ðåáåíêó...
Ìîåìó áóäóùåìó...

[2Pac]
ß ïðîêëÿò ñ ðîæäåíèÿ, âåäü ÿ ðîæäåí, ÷òîáû ïðîæèòü áóðíóþ æèçíü.
Âäðóã ìíå íå óäàñòñÿ ïîãîâîðèòü ñ ìîèì áóäóùèì ðåáåíêîì.
Òþðüìà ìíîãîìó ìåíÿ íàó÷èëà, ìíå ïîâåçëî, ÿ âñå åùå æèâ,
ïûòàþñü çàðàáîòàòü êàæäûé ñâîé ãðîø, è ÿ âñïîìèíàþ,
ñ ÷åãî âñå íà÷èíàëîñü.
Êîãäà ÿ áûë çà÷àò è ïðèøåë â ýòîò ìèð,
ìîÿ ìàìà áûëà Ïàíòåðîé, ìàòåðüþ-îäèíî÷êîé, íî îíà ãîðäèëàñü,
êîãäà âèäåëà, êàê åå ñûí çàâîäèò òîëïó.
Íî ïîòîì ÿ áðîñèë øêîëó, óøåë èç äîìà,
ïîòîìó ÷òî ìàìà ñêàçàëà, ÷òî ÿ íè íà ÷òî íå ãîäåí.
Ìíå äàíà òîëüêî îäíà æèçíü, Ãîñïîäè, ïðîñòè ìîè ãðåõè.
ß áîëüøå íèêîãäà íè÷åãî íå óêðàäó è íå ñòàíó ïðîäàâàòü íàðêîòó.
Ìîé åäèíñòâåííûé äðóã - ýòî ìîÿ áîëü.
ß æåëàþ îòìùåíèÿ çà âñå ñòðàäàíèÿ, ïðè÷èíåííûå ìíå.
ß íå ìîãó ïîðó÷èòüñÿ çà ñâîþ æèçíü, íî îíà áóäåò ëó÷øå, ÿ óâåðåí.
Íàäåþñü, òû ïîéìåøü ìîå ëþáîâíîå ïîñëàíèå... ìîåìó áóäóùåìó ðåáåíêó.

[Chorus: sung, with 2Pac ad libs]
ß íàïèñàë òåáå ïèñüìî.
Ìîåìó áóäóùåìó ðåáåíêó.
Õî÷ó, ÷òîáû òû çíàë, ÷òî ÿ ëþáëþ òåáÿ.
Ëþáëþ òåáÿ, åñëè òû íå çíàåøü, ÷òî ÿ ÷óâñòâóþ.
ß äóìàþ î òåáå êàæäûé äåíü.
Ìíå òàê ìíîãî íóæíî ñêàçàòü.

[2Pac]
Îò ñóäüáû íå óéòè,
è òû ìîæåøü íå ïîíÿòü, ïîêà ìû íå ïîìåíÿåìñÿ ìåñòàìè.
Ðàññêàæè ìèðó, ÷òî ÿ ÷óâñòâóþ âèíó çà ñâîé ñòðàõ.
Íèêîãäà ÿ íå áûë è íå ìîã áûòü íàñèëüíèêîì.
Òÿæåëî ñìèðèòüñÿ ñ ýòèì, æåñòîêèé ìèð, íî õîðîøèé äåíü.
Êîãäà æå äåòè ñìîãóò ïðîñòî èãðàòü âî äâîðå?
 ìåíÿ ïîïàëè ïÿòü ðàç, íî ÿ âñå åùå æèâ.
ß æèâîå äîêàçàòåëüñòâî òîãî, ÷òî Áîã ñóùåñòâóåò, åñëè âàì ýòî íóæíî.
Òàê âåðèòü ëè ìíå â ìîþ ñóäüáó?
Ïðàâèëüíî ëè ÿ áóäó ðàñòèòü ñâîèõ äåòåé?
Äîðîãàÿ ìàìà, ÿ óæå ìóæ÷èíà.
ß õî÷ó ñäåëàòü ýòî ñàì, áåç ïîäà÷åê.
Îñâîáîäèòå ïóòü äëÿ âèõðÿ ïðîðî÷åñòâà.
ß õî÷ó ñïîêîéñòâèÿ... êîãäà óìðó.
Íà ýòèõ æåñòîêèõ óëèöàõ íåò íè ëþáâè, íè æàëîñòè, íè äðóçåé.
Âäðóã òû íèêîãäà íå óâèäèøü ìîåãî ëèöà.
Ìîåìó áóäóùåìó ðåáåíêó.

[Chorus]

[2Pac]
Ãîñïîäè, ñëûøèøü ëè òû ìåíÿ, ÷òî ìíå ñêàçàòü
ìîåìó áóäóùåìó ðåáåíêó, íà ñëó÷àé, åñëè ÿ ñêîí÷àþñü.
Ïî÷óâñòâóåò ëè ìîé ðåáåíîê ëþáîâü,
èëè íàì âñåì ñóæäåíî áûòü óëè÷íûìè áàíäèòàìè?
Âåäü áûòü ÷åðíûì òÿæåëî.
È ÷òî åùå ìîæåò áûòü õóæå òîãî,
êàê ïðîæèòü æèçíü Èçãîåì.
Ìîæåò áûòü ìíå íóæíî ïîïûòàòüñÿ èçìåíèòüñÿ.
Êîãî ÿ ïûòàþñü îáìàíóòü? ß áàíäèò äî ñìåðòè,
ïðèâûê îáåäàòü â øèêàðíûõ ìåñòàõ.
Íàñ æäåò îáû÷íûé ïðåñòóïíûé îàçèñ.
Åñëè òàì åñòü ãåòòî äëÿ íàñòîÿùèõ áàíäèòîâ, óâèäèìñÿ òàì.
È ÿ ïðîøó ïðîùåíèÿ, ÷òî íå ìîãó áûòü ñ òîáîé.
Ïðîñòî çíàé, ÷òî ïàïà áûë âîèíîì, îäèí ïðîòèâ âñåãî ìèðà.
Ãîñïîäè, áëàãîñëàâè ìîèõ ìàëü÷èøåê è äåâ÷åíîê,
ß áóäó âå÷íîñòüþ, óïîêîÿñü ñ ìèðîì.
Ïîæàëóéñòà, ïîçàáîòüñÿ î ìîèõ ïîòîìêàõ, î ìîåì áóäóùåì ðåáåíêå.

[Chorus] - repeat to fade

[2Pac over Chorus]
Ìîåìó áóäóùåìó ðåáåíêó... Ïîæàëóéñòà, ïîçàáîòüñÿ î âñåõ ìîèõ äåòÿõ.
Ìîé áóäóùèé ðåáåíîê... ìîåìó áóäóùåìó ðåáåíêó.
Ýòî ïèñüìî... ïîòîìêàì, êîòîðûõ ÿ ìîãó íå óâèäåòü
èç-çà ñâîåãî îáðàçà æèçíè.
Ïðîñòî çíàéòå, ÷òî ïàïà âàñ ëþáèò, òîëüêî ëþáîâü.
Âñå ÷òî ÿ õî÷ó, ÷òîáû âàøà æèçíü áûëà ëó÷øå, ÷åì ìîÿ.
Òîëüêî ïîýòîìó ÿ áûë çäåñü âñå ýòî âðåìÿ.
Êîãäà âàì áóäåò ñòîëüêî æå ëåò, âû ïîéìåòå.
Ïðîñòî çíàéòå, ÷òî ÿ ëþáëþ âàñ.
È ÿ óâèæó âàñ íà íåáåñàõ ãåòòî.
Ïîòîìó ÷òî íåáåñà ãåòòî äîëæíû áûòü òàì... õàõà, ïîçàáîòüòåñü î ñåáå.
Æèâèòå áóðíî, íî áóäüòå ìóäðûìè.
Ñîáëþäàéòå ïðàâèëà èãðû.
ß çíàþ, èíîãäà ýòî êàæåòñÿ ñòðàííûì.
Ïðàâèëà èãðû ïîìîãóò ïðîéòè ÷åðåç âñå, êàæäûé äåíü.
Ñëåäèòå çà ïðåäàòåëÿìè è îáìàíùèêàìè, äðóçåé ñòàíîâèòñÿ âñå ìåíüøå...

ÿ âîò íå ïîíèìàþ, ÷åãî ýòî âñÿ ðóññêàÿ ðàòü ñëóøàåò êàêóþ-òî ìóòü çàðóáåæíóþ, èçâåñòíóþ îäíîìó èç äâàäöàòè ÷åëîâåê? íàçâàíèÿ êàêèå-òî ðåäêèå, íå çíàé îòêóäà âçÿëè. òüôó.
÷òî êàñàåòñÿ ìåíÿ, òî ëþáëþ ýëåêòðèêó. îò÷àñòè èç çàðóáåæà- ïðîäèäæè, ÷åìèêàë áðàçåðñ. Ðîññèÿ- ðîê. Âñÿêèé Ðîê, íà÷èíàÿ Ïèëîòîì, çàêàí÷èâàÿ Ëåïðèêîíñàìè è 7 á.

Ôèãíÿ âñå ýòè ðýïàöêèå òåêñòû.

Damaged People

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Âîêàë: Martin L. Gore
Àâòîð: Martin L. Gore
Ïðèñóòñòâóåò íà: àëüáîìå "Playing The Angel"

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We're damaged people
Drawn together
By subtleties that we are not aware of
Disturbed souls
Playing out forever
These games that we once thought we would be scared of

When you're in my arms
The world makes sense
There is no pretence
And you're crying
When you're by my side
There is no defence
I forget to sense I'm dying

We're damaged people
Praying for something
That doesn't come from somewhere deep inside us
Depraved souls
Trusting in the one thing
The one thing that this life has not denied us

When I feel the warmth of your very soul
I forget I'm cold
And crying
When your lips touch mine
And I lose control
I forget I'm old
And dying


2 ïîëìîçãà Âèëüãåëüìóñà: À ÷òî ïëîõîãî â òîì, ÷òî ëþäè ñëóøàþò íåèçâåñòíûå ãðóïïû? Ïî-ìîåìó, êàæäûé ñåáå ïî äóøå íàõîäèò.

À "Ïèëîò" ÿ òîæå ñëóøàþ. Êàê òû ê ÄÄÒ îòíîñèøüñÿ?

âîò çíàåøü, ÄÄÒ, êàê è Ãðàæäàíñêàÿ Îáîðîíà ó ìåíÿ â ïîëîâèíå ìîãçãà â ðàçäåëå òàê íàçûâàåìîãî áûäëî-ðîêà. õîòÿ, ñòîèò ïðèçíàòü, íå âñëóøèâàëñÿ. ïèëîò- âîîáùå, ìîÿ ïåðâàÿ ëþáèìàÿ ðîê-ãðóïïà. åñëè íå ëó÷øàÿ, òî îäíà èç ëó÷øèõ â Ðîññèè.

Red Hot Chli Peppers Dani California

Getting born in the state of Mississippi
Papa was a copper
And mama was a hippie
In Alabama she would swing a hammer
Price you gotta pay when you break the panorama
She never knew that there was
Anything more than poor
What in the world does your
Company take me for

Black bandana, sweet Louisiana
Robbin' a bank in the state of Indiana
She's a runner, rebel and a stunner
On her merry way sayinÂ’
Baby watcha gonna
Lookin down the barrel of a
Hot metal .45
Just another way to survive

California rest in peace
Simultaneous release
California show me your teeth
She's my priestess I'm your priest

She's a lover, baby and a fighter
Shoulda seen it cominÂ’ when
It got a little brighter
With a name like Dani California,
The day was gonna come
When I was gonna mourn ya
A little loaded she was
Stealing another breath
I love my baby to death

California rest in peace
Simultaneous release
California show me your teeth
She's my priestess I'm your priest

Who knew the other side of you
Who knew what others died to prove
Too true to say goodbye to you
Too true to say say say

Push the fader, gifted animator
One for the now and eleven for the later
Never made it up to Minnesota
North Dakota man was a gunninÂ’
For the quota
Down in the badlands
She was saving the best for last
It only hurts when I laugh
Gone too fast

California rest in peace
Simultaneous release
California show me your teeth
She's my priestess I'm your priest

Football´s Coming Home Lyrics By 3 Lions ´98

Three Lions ´98 Version

We still believe, we still believe
we still believe

It´s coming home,
It´s coming home, it´s coming
Football´s coming home

Tears for heroes dressed in grey
No plans for final day
Stay in bed, drift away
It could have been all
Songs in the street
It was nearly complete
It was nearly so sweet
And now I´m singing

Three lions on the shirt
Jules Rimet still gleaming
No more years of hurt
No more need for dreaming

Talk about football coming home
And then one night in Rome
We were strong, we had grown
And now I see Ince ready for war
Gazza good as before
Shearer ready to score
And Psycho screaming

Three lions on the shirt
Jules Rimet still gleaming
No more years of hurt
No more need for dreaming

We can dance Nobby´s dance
We could dance it in France

It´s coming home, it´s coming home,
Football´s coming home....

Distemper - ÏÎÕÎÐÎÍÈ ÈÕ
Ìíå ïðèñíèëñÿ çàðåçàííûé Åëüöèí
̸ðòâûé êëàâèøíèê ãðóïïû «ìèðàæ»
Êàøïèðîâñêèé ñ íàïèëüíèêîì â ñåðäöå
Âìåñòå ñ Ëèíäîé ñãîðåâøèé ãàðàæ
Ëàãóòåíêî óáèòûé â Åâðîïå
Ðàñ÷ëåí¸ííûé äàíòèñòîì Øóðà
Ìîèñååâ ñ ïàÿëüíèêîì â æîïå
Ïåíêèí ñäîõøèé â ïîõìåëüå ñ óòðà

Ïîõîðîíè èõ â îäíîì ìåñòå
Ïî æèçíè ÷èùå ñòàíåò ïóòü
Ïîõîðîíè âñå èõ äåëà âñå èõ ïåñíè çàáóäü

Çàõëåáíóâøèéñÿ âîäêîé áðûíöàëîâ
Îáêóðèâøèéñÿ íàñìåðòü íîêîâ
Õàêàìàäà â íîçäðå ñ ëûæíîé ïàëêîé
Íà áåð¸çå âèñÿùèé ïåñêîâ
Ïîäàâèëàñü çåôèðîì Çåìôèðà
Ïðîâàëèëñÿ ãàçìàíîâ ïîä ë¸ä
Êðûñû ñúåëè Ëåîíòüåâà ñ ñûðîì
À êèðêîðîâà ñáèë ñàìîë¸ò

Ïîõîðîíè èõ â îäíîì ìåñòå
Ïî æèçíè ÷èùå ñòàíåò ïóòü
Ïîõîðîíè âñå èõ äåëà âñå èõ ïåñíè çàáóäü

ÿ âîò íå ïîíèìàþ, ÷åãî ýòî âñÿ ðóññêàÿ ðàòü ñëóøàåò êàêóþ-òî ìóòü çàðóáåæíóþ, èçâåñòíóþ îäíîìó èç äâàäöàòè ÷åëîâåê? íàçâàíèÿ êàêèå-òî ðåäêèå, íå çíàé îòêóäà âçÿëè. òüôó.
÷òî êàñàåòñÿ ìåíÿ, òî ëþáëþ ýëåêòðèêó. îò÷àñòè èç çàðóáåæà- ïðîäèäæè, ÷åìèêàë áðàçåðñ. Ðîññèÿ- ðîê. Âñÿêèé Ðîê, íà÷èíàÿ Ïèëîòîì, çàêàí÷èâàÿ Ëåïðèêîíñàìè è 7 á.

2PAC èçâåñòåí îäíîìó èç 20???!?!Èçâèíèòå,íåçíàþ êàê òàì ó âàñ íà ðîäèíå,íî.........

Steff, æåñòîêî, íî ñïðàâåäëèâî äëÿ ìíîãèõ
Çà÷îò!

HIP-HOP è Electrica RuLez

À ìíå ðîê ïðèêîëüíåå ëþáîé äðóãîé ìóçûêàëüíîé áàéäû!

HIP-HOP è Electrica RuLez    

È ÷òî æå èç Hip -Hop(a)?!

Ýòî áûë ÿ...

Ìóæèêè, à ìíå ËÞÁÅ íðàâèòñÿ...

Ìíå òîæå ðàíüøå "Ëþáý" íðàâèëîñü

Ëþáýýý, àæ áëåâàòü õîööà

Ëþáýýý, àæ áëåâàòü õîööà

À ÷åì îíè âàì íå íðàâÿòñÿ???

òåêñòû ó íèõ ëåâûå òèïà:
Àòàñ!
Ïî âñåé äåðåâíå ëþáÿò íàñ,
Íàñ ëþáÿò áàáóøêè
È ëþáÿò äåäóøêè
Àòàñ!
Ñïåøè íàäåòü ïðîòèâîãàç
Íó è ïðî÷àÿ ëàáóäà

Íå ñàìàÿ ïëîõàÿ ãðóïïà íà íàøåé äåðüìîâîé ýñòðàäå...

È ëþáèìàÿ ïðåçèäåíòà

Ïîìîéìó íà âàøåé ýñòðàäå âñ¸ äåðüìî
Green Day American Idiot

Don't wanna be an American idiot.
Don't want a nation under the new mania.
And can you hear the sound of hysteria?
The subliminal mind fuck America.

Welcome to a new kind of tension.
All across the alienation.
Everything isn't meant to be okay.
Television dreams of tomorrow.
We're not the ones who're meant to follow.
For that's enough to argue.

Well maybe I'm the faggot America.
I'm not a part of a redneck agenda.
Now everybody do the propaganda.
And sing along in the age of paranoia.

Welcome to a new kind of tension.
All across the alienation.
Everything isn't meant to be okay.
Television dreams of tomorrow.
We're not the ones who're meant to follow.
For that's enough to argue.

Don't wanna be an American idiot.
One nation controlled by the media.
Information age of hysteria.
It's calling out to idiot America.

Welcome to a new kind of tension.
All across the alienation.
Everything isn't meant to be okay.
Television dreams of tomorrow.
We're not the ones who're meant to follow.
For that's enough to argue.