Текст песни U2 - Hol dMe, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me

You don't know how you took it
You just know what you got
Oh Lordy you've been stealing
From the thieves and you got caught
In the headlights
Of a street car
You're a star

Dressing like your sister
Living like a tart
They don't know what you're doing
Babe, it must be art
You're a headache
In a suitcase
You're a star

Oh no, don't be shy
You don't have to go blind
Hold me, thrill me, kiss me, kill me

You don't know how you got here
You just know you want out

Believing in yourself
Almost as much as you doubt
You're a big smash
You wear it like a rash
Star

Oh no, don't be shy
It takes a crowd to cry
Hold me, thrill me, kiss me, kill me

They want you to be Jesus
They'll go down on one knee
But they'll want their money back
If you're alive at thirty-three
And you're turning tricks
With your crucifix
You're a star

(Oh child)

Of course you're not shy
You don't have to deny love
Hold me, thrill me, kiss me, kill me
________________________
Ты не знаешь как так вышло
Что ты такая, какая есть.
Боже, ты крала у воров
И в конце концов попалась.
В свете фар
Трамвая
Ты стала звездой.

Ты одеваешься как твоя сестра,
Живёшь как потаскуха.
Никто точно не знает чем ты занимаешься -
Наверное искусством.
Ты - невыносимая
Головная боль,
Ты - звезда.

Не робей!
Не бросайся головой в омут,
Просто обними, удиви, поцелуй, убей меня.

Ты не помнишь как попала сюда,
Но точно знаешь что хочешь отсюда
вырваться.
Ты веришь в свои силы так же сильно,
Как и сомневаешься в них.
Ты - триумфатор,
Но тебе это совсем не в радость.
Ты - звезда.

Не робей!
Пусть толпы рыдают, а ты
Обними, удиви, поцелуй, убей. Меня.

Все хотят чтобы ты была как Иисус -
Они преклоняю пред тобой одно колено.
Но хотят чтобы деньги им всё же вернули.
Если ты, конечно, доживёшь до 33…
За секс с тобой и твоим распятьем
Мужчины готовы платить.
Ты - звезда.

(О, дитя)

Ну конечно же, ты не робеешь.
И не стоит отвергать любовь.
Лучше обними, удиви, поцелуй, убей меня.

You do not know how you took it
You just know what you got
Oh Lordy you've been stealing
From the thieves and you got caught
In the headlights
Of a street car
You're a star

Dressing like your sister
Living like a tart
They do not know what you're doing
Babe, it must be art
You're a headache
In a suitcase
You're a star

Oh no, do not be shy
You do not have to go blind
Hold me, thrill me, kiss me, kill me

You do not know how you got here
You just know you want out

Believing in yourself
Almost as much as you doubt
You're a big smash
You wear it like a rash
Star

Oh no, do not be shy
It takes a crowd to cry
Hold me, thrill me, kiss me, kill me

They want you to be Jesus
They'll go down on one knee
But they'll want their money back
If you're alive at thirty-three
And you're turning tricks
With your crucifix
You're a star

(Oh child)

Of course you're not shy
You do not have to deny love
Hold me, thrill me, kiss me, kill me
________________________
You do not know how it happened
What you are, it is.
God, you're stealing from thieves
And eventually caught.
In the light of headlamps
tram
You became a star .

You dress like your sister ,
Live like a slut .
Nobody knows exactly what you're doing -
Perhaps art.
You - the unbearable
Headache
You - the star .

Do not be shy !
Do not throw your head into a pool
Just hold , surprising , kiss , kill me .

You do not remember how I got here ,
But you know exactly what you want here
break .
Do you believe in your strength as much
As you doubt them.
You - victor ,
But you is not a pleasant experience.
You - the star .

Do not be shy !
Let the crowd weep , and you
Hug , surprising , kiss , kill . Me.

Everyone wants you to be like Jesus -
They bow before thee one knee.
But they want the money back yet .
If you are , of course, dozhivёsh to 33 ...
For having sex with you and your crucifix
Men are willing to pay .
You - the star .

( Oh, baby )

Well, of course , you do not robeesh .
And do not deny love.
Better hug , surprising , kiss , kill me .