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Текст (слова) песни: Bob Dylan - Masters of War



Come you masters of war

You that build all the guns

You that build the death planes

You that build the big bombs

You that hide behind walls

You that hide behind desks

I just want you to know

I can see through your masks

You that never done nothin

But build to destroy

You play with my world

Like its your little toy

You put a gun in my hand

And you hide from my eyes

And you turn and run farther

When the fast bullets fly

Like judas of old

You lie and deceive

A world war can be won

You want me to believe

But I see through your eyes

And I see through your brain

Like I see through the water

That runs down my drain

You fasten the triggers

For the others to fire

Then you set back and watch

When the death count gets higher

You hide in your mansion

As young peoples blood

Flows out of their bodies

And is buried in the mud

Youve thrown the worst fear

That can ever be hurled

Fear to bring children

Into the world

For threatening my baby

Unborn and unnamed

You aint worth the blood

That runs in your veins

How much do I know

To talk out of turn

You might say that Im young

You might say Im unlearned

But theres one thing I know

Though Im younger than you

Even jesus would never

Forgive what you do

Let me ask you one question

Is your money that good

Will it buy you forgiveness

Do you think that it could

I think you will find

When your death takes its toll

All the money you made

Will never buy back your soul

And I hope that you die

And your deathll come soon

I will follow your casket

In the pale afternoon

And Ill watch while youre lowered

Down to your deathbed

And Ill stand oer your grave

til Im sure that youre dead

 

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