Текст песни Bruce Springsteen - The Line
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Текст песни Bruce Springsteen - The Line
I got my discharge from Fort Irwintook a place on the San Diego county linefelt funny bein' a civilian againit'd been some timemy wife had died a year agoI was still tryin' to find my way back wholewent to work for the INS on the line( )With the California Border PatrolBobby Ramirez was a ten-year veteranWe became friendshis family was from Guanajuatoso the job it was different for himHe said' "They risk death in the deserts and mountains"pay all they got to the smugglers rings,we send 'em home and they come right back againCarl, hunger is a powerful thing."Well I was good at doin' what I was toldkept my uniform pressed and cleanat night I chased their shadowsthrough the arroyos and ravinesdrug runners, farmers with their families,young women with little children by their sidescome night we'd wait out in the canyonsand try to keep 'em from crossin' the lineWell the first time that I saw hershe was in the holdin' penOur eyes met and she looked awaythen she looked back againher hair was black as coalher eyes reminded me of what I'd lostshe had a young child cryin' in her armsand I asked, "Senora, is there anything I can do"There's a bar in Tijuanawhere me and Bobby drink alongsidethe same people we'd sent back the day beforewe met there she said her name was Louisashe was from sonora and had just come northwe danced and I held her in my armsand I knew what I would doshe said she had some family in Madera countyif she, her child and her younger brother could just get throughAt night they come across the levyin the searchlights dusty glowwe'd rush 'em in our Broncosand force 'em back down into the river belowshe climbed into my truckshe leaned towards me and we kissedas we drove her brothers shirt slipped openand I saw the tape across his chestWe were just about on the highwaywhen Bobby's jeep come up in the dust on my rightI pulled over and let my engine runand stepped out into his lightsI felt myself movin'felt my gun restin' 'neath my handwe stood there starin' at each otheras off through the arroyo she ranBobby Ramirez he never said nothin'6 months later I left the lineI drifted to the central valleyand took what work I could findat night I searched the local barsand the migrant townsLookin' for my Louisa