Текст песни Jazzman (Eric Burdon) с переводом

58 in Paris in the pouring rain

I saw the sweet life going down the drain

The Adonis of the horn standing in the door way

Bayonet fixed waiting for the dealer

And his current trick

Chet was god and I was just 15

And he was already dead inside his dream

Jazz man, Jazz man

Blowing the blues away

Jazz man, Jazz man

Don’t blow yourself away

On Broadway New York

When I was being re-burn

At the Copper Rail

With Philly Joe on the drums

Rapping about how he could stop the war

You know the one that’s still going on

Up in Harlem and Vietnam

Nothing changed as far as I can see

They just upped the tempo

And changed the melody

Jazz man, Jazz man

Blowing the blues away

Jazz man, Jazz man

Don’t blow yourself away

Within the tiny room

In which this child grew up

The family we got our dreams

From a silver cup

Live from the Paladium

Sunday night TV

Billie I believe you were singing judt for me

She was dying a little everyday

You touched me in my solitude Lady Day

Keep a talking

Jazz man, Jazz man

Blowing the blues away

Jazz man, Jazz man

Don’t blow yourself away

Jazz man, Jazz man

Blowing the blues away

Jazz man, Jazz man

Don’t blow yourself away

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