Текст песни American Sound-1969 Original Acetates - In The Ghetto
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In the ghetto
В гетто
As the snow flies
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin'
A poor little baby child is born
In the ghetto
And his mama cries
'cause if there's one thing that she don't need
it's another hungry mouth to feed
In the ghetto
People, don't you understand
the child needs a helping hand
or he'll grow to be an angry young man some day
Take a look at you and me,
are we too blind to see,
do we simply turn our heads
and look the other way
Well the world turns
and a hungry little boy with a runny nose
plays in the street as the cold wind blows
In the ghetto
And his hunger burns
so he starts to roam the streets at night
and he learns how to steal
and he learns how to fight
In the ghetto
Then one night in desperation
a young man breaks away
He buys a gun, steals a car,
tries to run, but he don't get far
And his mama cries
As a crowd gathers 'round an angry young man
face down on the street with a gun in his hand
In the ghetto
As her young man dies,
on a cold and gray Chicago mornin',
another little baby child is born
In the ghetto
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Серым и холодным чикагским утром
Родился бедный маленький мальчик
В гетто.
И его мама плачет.
Ведь меньше всего ей нужен
Еще один голодный рот, который нужно накормить
В гетто.
Люди, неужели вы не понимаете,
Что ребенку нужна рука помощи,
Иначе однажды он вырастет злым молодым человеком.
Посмотри на меня и на себя,
Мы слепы, чтобы увидеть.
Мы просто отворачиваем наши головы и смотрим в другую сторону.
Что ж, мир меняется.
И маленький голодный мальчишка с сопливым носом
Играет на улице, где дует холодный ветер
В гетто.
А его голод усиливается.
И он начинает бродить ночью на улицах
Учится грабить,
Учится драться
В гетто
Однажды ночью в отчаянии
Молодой человек срывается.
Покупает пистолет, крадет машину
Пытается убежать, но далеко не уходит, И его мама плачет.
Собирается толпа вокруг озлобленного молодого человека
Лежащего вниз лицом на улице с пистолетом в руках
В гетто.
И молодой человек умирает.
Серым и холодным чикагским утром рождается другой маленький мальчик
В гетто In the ghetto
In the ghetto
As the snow flies
On the cold and gray Chicago mornin '
A poor little baby child is born
In the ghetto
And his mama cries
'cause if there is one thing
it's another hungry mouth to feed
In the ghetto
People, don't you understand
the child needs a helping hand
young man some day
Take a look at you and me,
are we too blind to see,
do we simply turn our heads
and look the other way
Well the world turns
and a hungry little boy
wind blows
In the ghetto
And his hunger burns
ros
learn how to steal
and he learns how to fight
In the ghetto
Then one night in desperation
a young man breaks away
He buys a gun, steals a car,
tries to run
And his mama cries
As a crowd gathers' round an angry young man
face down on the street
In the ghetto
As her young man dies,
on a cold and gray Chicago mornin ',
another little baby child is born
In the ghetto
Snow flies
Gray and cold chicago morning
Born a poor little boy
In the ghetto.
And his mother is crying.
After all, the least she needs
Another hungry mouth to feed
In the ghetto.
People don't you understand
That a child needs a helping hand,
Otherwise, one day he will grow up an evil young man.
Look at me and at yourself
We are blind to see.
We just turn our heads and look the other way.
Well, the world is changing.
And the little hungry boy with a snotty nose
Playing outside where the cold wind blows
In the ghetto.
And his hunger is increasing.
And he starts to wander at night in the streets.
Learns to rob,
Learning to fight
In the ghetto
One night in despair
The young man breaks loose.
Buying a gun, stealing a car
He tries to run away, but he does not go far, and his mother cries.
A crowd gathers around an embittered young man.
Lying down face down in the street with a gun in hand
In the ghetto.
And the young man dies.
On a gray and cold chicago morning another little boy is born.
In the ghetto
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