Текст песни The Thirty Third Of August (Waylon Jennings) с переводом

Today there’s no salvation band’s packed up and gone

I’m left standing with my penny in my hand

Down at railroad station a blind man sings his song

I think he sees things I don’t understand.

It’s the 33rd of August

And I’m finally touching down

Eight days from Sunday

Finds me Saturday bound.

I stumbled through the darkness tumble to my knees

A thousand voices screaming in my brain

Wound up in a squad car busted down for vacancy

Outside my cell it’s sure as hell looks just like rain.

It’s the 33rd of August

And I’m finally touching down

Eight days from Sunday

Finds me Saturday bound.

I’ve put my dangerous feelings under lock and chain

Killed my violent nature with a smile

Let the demons danced and sang their songs within my fevered brain

Not all my God like thoughts were defiled.

It’s the 33rd of August

And I’m finally touching down

Eight days from Sunday

Finds me Saturday bound…

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