Текст песни Blur - On Your Own

On Your Own (Сам по себе)

Святой шёл на цыпочках
Своим путём вдоль Ганга.
В его ушах раздавались звуки волшебной музыки.
Его снимал на видео целый автобус туристов,
Одетых в блестящие спортивные костюмы и пьющих лимонад.
Теперь у меня появилось странное чувство,
Которое я заказал по почте
У человека из вигвама в Калифорнии.
Он сказал, что был когда-то
Знаменитым ведущим игровых телешоу,
А потом пустил все свои деньги на ветер,
Пустил всё на ветер.

Так заберите меня домой,
Не оставляйте меня одного.
Я не так хорош,
Но не так уж и плох.
Не убийца-психопат,
Не партизан-хулиган.
Я мечтаю о бунте.
Вам стоит это попробовать.
Я откажусь от обещаний, достану себе душу-кредитную карточку.
Радость всей моей жизни находится в списке.
И мы все в конце концов станем такими же –
Будем сами по себе,
Будем сами по себе.

Ну, в счастливые дни мы все ходим
Блистать на дискотеках.
Звуки волшебной музыки раздаются в наших мозгах.
Кто-то, спотыкаясь, идёт в туалет,
Полный ужасов,
И говорит: «Господи, дай мне время,
Чтобы я смог выпрыгнуть в космос.
Я в открытом космосе.»

Так заберите меня домой,
Не оставляйте меня одного.
Я не так хорош,
Но не так уж и плох.
Не убийца-психопат,
Не партизан-хулиган.
Я мечтаю о бунте.
Вам стоит это попробовать.
Я откажусь от обещаний, достану себе душу-кредитную карточку.
Радость всей моей жизни находится в списке.
И мы все в конце концов станем такими же –
Будем сами по себе,
Будем сами по себе.

Holy man tiptoed his way across the Ganges
The sound of magic music in his ears
Videoed by a bus load of tourists
Shiny shellsuits on, and drinking lemonade.
Now, I've got a funny feeling which I bought mail order
From a man in a tee-pee, California.
He said he once was the great game show performer
Then he blew all his money away,
Blew it all away.
So take me home, don't leave me alone
I'm not that good, but I'm not that bad
No psycho killer, hooligan guerilla
I dream to riot, oh you should try it
R. E. Perot, get gold card soul
My joy of life is on a roll
And we'll all be the same in the end
Cos then you're on your own
Then you're on your own
Well, we all go happy day glow in the disco
The sound of magic music in our brains
Someone stumbles to the bathroom with the horrors
Says Lord, give me time, for I've jumped into space
I'm in outer space.
So take me home, don't leave me alone
I'm not that good, but I'm not that bad
No psycho killer, hooligan guerilla
I dream to riot, oh you should try it
R. E. Perot, get gold card soul
My joy of life is on a roll
And we'll all be the same in the end
Cos then you're on your own
Then you're on your own
So take me home, don't leave me alone
I'm not that good, but I'm not that bad
No psycho killer, hooligan guerilla
I dream to riot, oh you should try it
R. E. Perot, get gold card soul
My joy of life is on a roll
And we'll all be the same in the end
Cos then you're on your own
Then you're on your own (to end)

On Your Own (by itself)

Holy walked on tiptoe
His path along the Ganges.
His ears heard the sounds of magical music.
His videotaped a bus of tourists,
Dressed in shiny tracksuits and drinking lemonade.
Now I had a strange feeling,
I ordered by mail
A person from the lodge in California.
He said that he was once
Famous leading game shows,
And then let all their money away,
Let all the winds.

So take me home,
Do not leave me alone.
I'm not so good,
But it is not so bad.
Not a psychopathic killer,
Do not bully the guerrillas.
I dream of rebellion.
You should try it.
I renounce the promises'll get a soul-credit card.
The joy of my life is on the list.
And we all eventually become the same -
Let themselves,
Let themselves.

Well, happy days we all go
Shines in discos.
Sounds magical music heard in our brains.
Someone stumbled goes to the toilet,
Full of horror,
And he said: "Lord, give me time,
I was able to jump out into space.
I'm in an open space. "

So take me home,
Do not leave me alone.
I'm not so good,
But it is not so bad.
Not a psychopathic killer,
Do not bully the guerrillas.
I dream of rebellion.
You should try it.
I renounce the promises'll get a soul-credit card.
The joy of my life is on the list.
And we all eventually become the same -
Let themselves,
Let themselves.

Holy man tiptoed his way across the Ganges
The sound of magic music in his ears
Videoed by a bus load of tourists
Shiny shellsuits on, and drinking lemonade.
Now, I've got a funny feeling which I bought mail order
From a man in a tee-pee, California.
He said he once was the great game show performer
Then he blew all his money away,
Blew it all away.
So take me home, do not leave me alone
I'm not that good, but I'm not that bad
No psycho killer, hooligan guerilla
I dream to riot, oh you should try it
R. E. Perot, get gold card soul
My joy of life is on a roll
And we'll all be the same in the end
Cos then you're on your own
Then you're on your own
Well, we all go happy day glow in the disco
The sound of magic music in our brains
Someone stumbles to the bathroom with the horrors
Says Lord, give me time, for I've jumped into space
I'm in outer space.
So take me home, do not leave me alone
I'm not that good, but I'm not that bad
No psycho killer, hooligan guerilla
I dream to riot, oh you should try it
R. E. Perot, get gold card soul
My joy of life is on a roll
And we'll all be the same in the end
Cos then you're on your own
Then you're on your own
So take me home, do not leave me alone
I'm not that good, but I'm not that bad
No psycho killer, hooligan guerilla
I dream to riot, oh you should try it
R. E. Perot, get gold card soul
My joy of life is on a roll
And we'll all be the same in the end
Cos then you're on your own
Then you're on your own (to end)