Представляем точный текст композиции "Young Americans" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Cure (The) . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Young Americans» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Cure (The) передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Cure (The) - "Young Americans"
Lyrics to Young Americans : [Originally by David Bowie] They pulled in just behind the bridge He lays her down, he frowns "Gee my lifes a funny thing, am I still too young'" He kissed her then and there She took his ring, took his babies It took him minutes, took her nowhere Heaven knows, shed have taken anything, but [CHORUS (She)] All night She wants the young American Young American, young American, she wants the young American All right She wants the young American Scanning life through the picture window She finds the slinky vagabond He coughs as he passes her Ford Mustang, but Heaven forbid, shell take anything But the freak, and his type, all for nothing He misses a step and cuts his hand, but Showing nothing, he swoops like a song She cries "Where have all Papas heroes gone'" [CHORUS (She)] All the way from Washington Her bread-winner begs off the bathroom floor We live for just these twenty years Do we have to die for the fifty more'" [CHORUS (HE)] All night He wants the young American Young American, young American, he wants the young American All right He wants the young American Do you remember, your President Nixon' Do you remember, the bills you have to pay' Or even yesterday' Have been the un-American' Just you and your idol sing falsetto bout Leather, leather everywhere, and Not a myth left from the ghetto Well, well, well, would you carry a razor In case, just in case of depression' Sit on your hands on a bus of survivors Blushing at all the afro-Sheeners Aint that close to love' Well, aint that poster love' Well, it aint that Barbie doll Her hearts have been broken just like you [CHORUS (YOU)] All night You want the young American Young American, young American, you want the young American All right You want the young American You aint a pimp and you aint a hustler A pimps got a Cadi and a lady got a Chrysler Blacks got respect, and whites got his soul train Mamas got cramps, and look at your hands ache (I heard the news today, oh boy) I got a suite and you got defeat Aint there a man who can say no more' And, aint there a woman I can sock on the jaw' And, aint there a child I can hold without judging' Aint there a pen that will write before they die' Aint you proud that youve still got faces' Aint there one damn song that can make me break down and cry' [CHORUS (I) (repeat 3 times ad lib)] All night I want the young American Young American, young American, I want the young American All right I want the young American [ Young Americans Lyrics ]
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