Текст песни Nebraska Catfish (Scott Simpson) с переводом

Walking along the tracks

There’s no trains a-comin' through Nebraska

Prairie sun on the rails like a knife cuttin' out a slice

Checkin' catfish lines tossed in the Platte

Dark and muddy

What’s on the other end

I don’t know til I give it a tug…

I don’t know til I give it a tug…

I don’t know til I give it a tug…

So many hidden things, they leave their trails

They leave their marks

You can see them in the faces walkin' down the street

Mid February

I don’t know their names, I don’t know their stories

But I know the tug that pulls and fights

Oh, here they are in the current moving upstream

set, and it’s not coming out…

set, and it’s not coming out…

set, and it’s not coming out…

Not coming out…

Walking along the tracks

There’s no trains a-comin' through Nebraska

The boy sits on the grass in the shelter-belt

Oh, the corn fields are checkered out

Their lines are broken, their lines are broken

Every stalk’s an amputee

Aw shucks…

The wind makes the cottonwoods creak

The limbs are fallin', limbs are fallin'

There’s a storm a-comin, can you feel the tug?

Can you feel the tug?

What’s still submerged

It makes the twigs dance, makes the snow-fence howl

It’s a song it’s a dance,

It’s a catfish still alive on the line…

I don’t know til I give it a tug…

set, and it’s not coming out…

I don’t know til I give it a tug…

set, and it’s not coming out…

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