Перевод песни James Taylor – Hey Mister, That's Me Up On The Jukebox

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Hey mister, that's me up on the jukebox
I'm the one that's singing this sad song
Well, I'll cry everytime that you slip in one more dime
And let the boy sing the sad one, one more time
Southern california that's as blue as the boy can be Blue as the deep blue sea
Won't you listen to me now
I need your golden gated cities like a hole in the head
Just like a hole in the head, I'm free
Hey mister, that's me up on the jukebox
I'm the one that's singing this sad song
Well, I'll cry everytime that you slip in one more dime
And let the boy sing the sad one, one more time
I do believe I'm headed home
Hey mister, can't you see that I'm as dry as a bone
I think I'll spend some time alone
Yes, unless you've found a way of squeezing water from a stone
Let the doctor and the lawyer do as much as they can
Let the springtime begin
Let the boy become a man
I done wasted too much time just to sing you this sad song
I done been this lonesome picker a little too long
Hey mister, that's me up on the jukebox
I'm the one that's singing this sad song
Well, I'll cry everytime that you're up and slip in one more dime
And let the boy sing the sad one, one more time
Well, I've been spreading myself thin these days
Don't you know
Good-bye
Hey mister, that's me upon the jukebox
I'm the one that's singing this sad song
I'll cry everytime that you slip in one more dime
And let the boy sing the sad one, one more time
Southern california is as blue as the boy can be Blue as the deep blue sea
Won't you listen to me now
I need your golden gated cities like a hole in the head
Like a hole in the head, I'm free!
I do believe I'm headed home
Hey mister, can't you see that I'm as dry as a bone
I think I'll spend some time alone
Unless you found a way of squeezing water from a stone
Let the doctor and the lawyer do as much as they can
Let the springtime begin
Let the boy become a man
I have wasted too much time just to sing you this sad song
I've been this lonesome picker a little too long
Hey mister, that's me upon the jukebox
I'm the one that's singing this sad song
I'll cry everytime that you slip in one more dime
And let the boy sing the sad one, one more time
Well, I've been spreading myself thin these days,
Don't you know
Good-bye.