Представляем точный текст композиции "Cowboys" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Counting Crows . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Cowboys» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Counting Crows передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Counting Crows - "Cowboys"
Lyrics to Cowboys : Cowboys on the road tonight Crying in their sleep If I was a hungry man with a gun in my hand, And some promises to keep, Who wanted to change the world, Whats as easy as murder' Its all headlights and vapour trails And Circle K killers And I know I could look at anyone but you now I could fall under the eyes of anyone But you now, now, now, now So come on, come on, come on Oh, come on through now Come on, come on, come on Oh, come on through now This is a list of what I should have been But Im not This is a list of the things that I should have seen But Im not seeing The look in your eyes As his fingertips slid down your neck And made you shiver Im just turning away from where I should have been Because I am not anything Oh, anything, oh The Presidents in bed tonight But he cant get to sleep Cause all the cowboys on the radio are killers And I believe she loves you Cause you never make her feel like anything She said, "I wouldnt feel a thing, But I can feel, I can feel..." And I know I could look at anyone but you now I could fall under the arms of anyone But you now, now, now, now So come on, come on, come on Oh, come on through now Come on, come on, come on Oh, come on through now This is a list of what I should have been But Im not This is a list of the things that I should have seen But I am not seeing The look in your eyes As his fingers are unzipping your dress And it makes you shiver Im just turning away from what I shouldnt see Because I am not anything Oh, anything, no Everyones in bed tonight But nobody can sleep Cause all the satellites are watching through our windows She says she doesnt love me, like, like shes acting But its as if she isnt talking Cause Mr. Lincolns head is bleeding On the front row while shes speaking I said, "come on all you cowboys, All you blue-eyed baby boys, Oh come on all you dashing gentlemen of summer, Ill wait for you where Saturdays a memory, And Sunday comes to gather me, Into the arms of God who welcome me, Because I believe, oh I believe..." And I know I could look at anyone but you now I could fall under the eyes of anyone But you now, now, now, now So come on, come on, come on Oh, come on through now Come on, come on, come on Oh, come on through now This is a list of what I should have been But Im not This is a list of the things that I should have seen But Im not seeing you look at me So please, wont you look at me' Cause Im not seeing you look at me Oh, oh, I, I will make you look at me Or I am not anything Oh, anything No no no no No no no no No, no. [ Cowboys Lyrics ]
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