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Текст песни Bob Dylan - Idiot Wind

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Someones got it in for me, theyre planting stories in the pressWhoever it is I wish theyd cut it out but when they will I can only guess.They say I shot a man named gray and took his wife to italy,She inherited a million bucks and when she died it came to me.I cant help it if Im lucky.People see me all the time and they just cant remember how to actTheir minds are filled with big ideas, images and distorted facts.Even you, yesterday you had to ask me where it was at,I couldnt believe after all these years, you didnt know me better than thatSweet lady.Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your mouth,Blowing down the backroads headin south.Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth,Youre an idiot, babe.Its a wonder that you still know how to breathe.I ran into the fortune-teller, who said beware of lightning that might strikeI havent known peace and quiet for so long I cant remember what its like.Theres a lone soldier on the cross, smoke pourin out of a boxcar door,You didnt know it, you didnt think it could be done, in the final end he won the warsAfter losin every battle.I woke up on the roadside, daydreamin bout the way things sometimes areVisions of your chestnut mare shoot through my head and are makin me see stars.You hurt the ones that I love best and cover up the truth with lies.One day youll be in the ditch, flies buzzin around your eyes,Blood on your saddle.Idiot wind, blowing through the flowers on your tomb,Blowing through the curtains in your room.Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth,Youre an idiot, babe.Its a wonder that you still know how to breathe.It was gravity which pulled us down and destiny which broke us apartYou tamed the lion in my cage but it just wasnt enough to change my heart.Now everythings a little upside down, as a matter of fact the wheels have stopped,Whats good is bad, whats bad is good, youll find out when you reach the topYoure on the bottom.I noticed at the ceremony, your corrupt ways had finally made you blindI cant remember your face anymore, your mouth has changed, your eyesDont look into mine.The priest wore black on the seventh day and sat stone-faced while the buildingBurned.I waited for you on the running boards, near the cypress trees, while the springtimeTurned slowly into autumn.Idiot wind, blowing like a circle around my skull,From the grand coulee dam to the capitol.Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth,Youre an idiot, babe.Its a wonder that you still know how to breathe.I cant feel you anymore, I cant even touch the books youve readEvery time I crawl past your door, I been wishin I was somebody else instead.Down the highway, down the tracks, down the road to ecstasy,I followed you beneath the stars, hounded by your memoryAnd all your ragin glory.I been double-crossed now for the very last time and now Im finally free,I kissed goodbye the howling beast on the borderline which separated you from me.Youll never know the hurt I suffered nor the pain I rise above,And Ill never know the same about you, your holiness or your kind of love,And it makes me feel so sorry.Idiot wind, blowing through the buttons of our coats,Blowing through the letters that we wrote.Idiot wind, blowing through the dust upon our shelves,Were idiots, babe.Its a wonder we can even feed ourselves.

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