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  • Текст песни Бесполезные Пилюли - Печальный чужеземец

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    Тут находится текст песни Бесполезные Пилюли - Печальный чужеземец, а также перевод, видео и клип.

    Blue American

    I wrote this novel just for you
    It sounds pretentious but it's true
    I wrote this novel just for you
    That's why it's vulgar
    That's why it's blue
    And I say, thank you
    And I say, thank you

    I wrote this novel just for Mom
    For all the mommy things she's done
    For all the times she showed me wrong
    For all the time she sang god's song
    And I say thank you Mom
    Hello Mom
    Thank you Mom
    Hi Mom

    I read a book about Uncle Tom
    Where a whitey bastard made a bomb
    But now Ebonics rule our song
    Those motherfuckers got it wrong
    And I ask
    Who is uncle Tom?
    Who is uncle Tom?
    Who is uncle Tom?
    You are

    I read a book about the self
    Said I should get expensive help
    Go fix my head
    Create some wealth
    Put my neurosis on the shelf
    But I don't care for myself
    I don't care for myself
    I don't care for myself
    I don't care

    I wrote this novel just for you
    I'm so pretentious, yes it's true
    I wrote this novel just for you
    Just for you
    Just for you

    Blue American (Печальный американец)
    Я написал этот роман специально для тебя
    Это звучит претенциозно
    Но это правда
    Я написал этот роман специально для тебя
    Вот почему он вульгарен
    Вот почему он печален
    И я скажу:
    Спасибо тебе
    И я скажу:
    Спасибо тебе
    Я написал этот роман специально для мамы
    За всю ее материнскую заботу
    За все те случаи, когда она наставляла меня на путь истинный
    За все те псалмы, что она распевала
    И я скажу:
    Спасибо тебе, мама
    Здравствуй, мама
    Спасибо тебе, мама
    Привет, мам
    Я читал книгу про дядю Тома1
    Где белый ублюдок творил беспредел
    Но теперь запевают чернокожие
    Те ублюдки заблуждались
    И я спрашиваю:
    Кто такой дядя Том?
    Кто такой дядя Том?
    Кто такой дядя Том?
    Это - ты
    Я читал книгу о самом себе
    Где говорилось, что мне требуется дорогостоящая помощь
    Вправить мне мозги
    Создать немного благополучия
    Положить мой невроз на полку
    Но плевал я на себя
    Мне наплевать на себя
    Мне наплевать на себя
    Мне это безразлично
    Я написал этот роман специально для тебя
    Я так претенциозен
    Да, это правда
    Я написал этот роман специально для тебя
    Именно для тебя
    Именно для тебя

    Blue American

    I wrote this novel just for you
    It sounds pretentious but it's true
    I wrote this novel just for you
    That's why it's vulgar
    That's why it's blue
    And I say, thank you
    And I say, thank you

    I wrote this novel just for Mom
    For all the mommy things she's done
    For all the times she showed me wrong
    For all the time she sang god's song
    And I say thank you Mom
    Hello Mom
    Thank you Mom
    Hi Mom

    I read a book about Uncle Tom
    Where a whitey bastard made a bomb
    But now Ebonics rule our song
    Those motherfuckers got it wrong
    And I ask
    Who is uncle Tom?
    Who is uncle Tom?
    Who is uncle Tom?
    You are

    I read a book about the self
    Said I should get expensive help
    Go fix my head
    Create some wealth
    Put my neurosis on the shelf
    But I do not care for myself
    I do not care for myself
    I do not care for myself
    I do not care

    I wrote this novel just for you
    I'm so pretentious, yes it's true
    I wrote this novel just for you
    Just for you
    Just for you

    Blue American (Sad American)
    I wrote this novel just for you
    It sounds pretentious
    But it's true
    I wrote this novel just for you
    That's why he is vulgar
    That's why he is sad
    And I say:
    thank you
    And I say:
    thank you
    I wrote this novel, especially for moms
    For all her maternal care
    In all the cases in which she guided me on the right path
    In all the psalms that she sang
    And I say:
    Thank you, Mom
    Hello mother
    Thank you, Mom
    Hi, Mom
    I read a book about Uncle Toma1
    Where white bastard wreak havoc
    But now sings blacks
    Those bastards were wrong
    And I ask:
    Who is uncle Tom?
    Who is uncle Tom?
    Who is uncle Tom?
    It's you
    I read a book about himself
    Which says that I need expensive care
    Have the right to my brain
    Create a bit of well-being
    Put my neurosis on the shelf
    But I spit on
    I do not care for themselves
    I do not care for themselves
    I do not care
    I wrote this novel just for you
    I was so pretentious
    Yes it's true
    I wrote this novel just for you
    That's for you
    That's for you

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