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kenigtigerKeep your hand on your gun.
Don't you trust anyone.
There's just one kind of man that you can trust,
that's a dead man, or a gringo like me.
Be the first one to fire.
Every man is a liar.
There's just one kind of man who tells the truth,
that's a dead man, or a gringo like me.
Don't be a fool for a smile or a kiss,
or your bullet might miss.
Keep your eye on your goal.
There's just one rule that can save you your life,
that's a hand on your knife, and a devil in your soul.
Keep your hand on your gun.
Don't you trust anyone.
There's just one kind of man that you can trust,
that's a dead man, or a gringo like me.
Keep your hand on your gun.
Don't you trust anyone.
There's just one kind of man that you can trust,
that's a dead man, or a gringo like me,
or a gringo like me,
or a gringo like me,
like me.
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:)
Date: 2010-12-30 01:18 pm (UTC)А ещё есть шикарная про какого-то Ринго, который:
Ringo, who had an angel face
And a woman who was waiting for his return...
Примерно в таком же стиле исполняется, только малость пораспевнее. Вообще спагетти вестерны рулят.
ну дык
Date: 2010-12-30 01:23 pm (UTC)To get even with the men
Who did him wrong
That was Billy, lonesome billy
Who was quick to think
a gun could make him strong
No one tougher or more daring
Only he and his gun sharing
The great fight to live
And his great love to fight
A rough man who played with danger
To whom trouble was no stranger
Until one day he lay dying
He'd filled his date with destiny
Never friendly, never trusting
Always kept one ready hand near his gun
That was Billy
Lonesome Billy
The rough man
Who would rather kill than run
The rough man
Who would rather kill than run
Re: ну дык
Date: 2010-12-30 02:11 pm (UTC)Супер. Морриконе - реально гений.
Re: ну дык
Date: 2011-01-13 11:33 am (UTC)Не, это про Билли.
Date: 2010-12-30 02:14 pm (UTC)Countries, that know only the springtime
And your green fields, with your scentin' of hay
Know Ringo, with his angel face
And a woman, who was waitin' for his return
Cross the canyons he laughed
Down the valley the death
And he left behind a river of blood
For his life was guided
By a crude law
He only had a mind to get gold
Rivers, you know how is the history
And his laughin' was a presage of death
Ringo, had an angel face
But whenever Ringo laughed,
Ringo fired
Ringo had an angel face
But whenever Ringo laughed,
Ringo fired
no subject
Date: 2010-12-31 07:01 am (UTC)