The Mothers Of Invention - Concentration Moon | Текст песни и Перевод на русский

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Concentration Moon
Over the camp in the valley
Concentration Moon
Wish I was back in the alley
With all of my friends
Still running free
Hair growing out
Every hole in me

American way
How did it start?
Thousands of creeps
Killed in the park
American way
Try and explain
Scab of a nation
Driven insane

Don't cry
Gotta go bye bye
Suddenly die, die
Cop kill a creep, pow pow pow

Gary Kellgren: Tomorrow I get to do another Frank Zappa creation . . . and the day after that . . . and the day after that . . .

JCB: Hi, boys & girls, I'm Jimmy Carl Black, and I'm the Indian of the group

Concentration Moon
Over the camp in the valley
Concentration Moon
Wish I was back in the alley
With all of my friends
Still running free
Hair growing out
Every hole in me

American way
Threatened by us
Drag a few creeps
Away in a bus
American way
Prisoner lock
Smash every creep
In the face with a rock

Don't cry
Gotta go bye bye
Suddenly die, die
Cop kill a creep, pow pow pow
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Концентрационная Луна
Над лагерем в долине;
Ах, почему я не дома,
Где все мои друзья все еще бегают на свободе?
Американский образ жизни,
Которому мы угрожаем;
Кидай этих уродов в автобус;
Американский образ жизни -
Заключенного в тюрьму;
Разбей каждому уроду морду камнем;
Не плачь; скажи "бай-бай";
Мент убил урода - Бах! Бах! Бах!

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