Sweet child, in time you'll see the line Мой милый мальчик, пролетят быстро года, The line that's drawn between the good and the bad Научишься ты отличать добро от зла. See the blind man shooting at the world Ты разглядишь стреляющего в мир слепца, Bullets flying taking toll Чьи пули косят всех, как серп косца.
If you've been bad, Lord I bet you have Коль жил неправедно, а ты ведь так и жил, And you've not been hit by flying lead От пули увернувшись из последних сил, You'd better close your eyes and bow your head Закрой глаза и голову свою пригни, And wait for the ricochet Молись, чтоб рикошетом пули все прошли.
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Child in time Child, with time ... *
You will see the line My dear boy, will fly by quickly, The line that's drawn between the good and the bad You learn to distinguish good from evil. See the blind man shooting at the world You can see a blind man shooting at the world Bullets flying taking toll Whose bullets mow down everyone like a sickle.
If you've been bad, Lord I bet you have Kohl lived unrighteously, and you did live, Hit by flying lead From the bullet dodging the last forces You'd better close your eyes and bow your head Close your eyes and put your head down And wait for the ricochet Pray for the rebound of the bullet to be over.