Текст песни Marianne Faithfull - Mack the Knife
Marianne Faithfull - Mack the Knife слова песни
Oh, the poor shark,
Yes, the sweet shark,
It has big teeth
Buried deep.
Then there`s Macheath
With his big knife,
But it`s hidden
In his slip.
And this same shark,
This poor sweet shark,
It sheds red blood
When it bleeds.
Mackie Big Knife
Wears a white glove,
Pure in word and
Pure in deed.
Sunday morning
Lovely blue sky,
There`s a corpse stretched
On the Strand.
Who`s the man cruisin`
The corner ?
Well, it`s Mackie,
Knife in hand.
Jenny Towler
Poor wee Jenny,
There they found her
Knife in breast.
Mackie`s wandering
On the West Pier
Hoping only
For the best.
Mind, that fire burnt
All through Soho.
Seven kids dead
One old flower.
Hey there, Mackie,
How is she cuttin` ?
Have another,
Hold your hour.
And those sweet babes
Under sixteen
Story goes that
Black and blue
For the price of
One good screwing
Mackie, Mackie,
How could you ?
For the price of
One good screwing
Mackie, Mackie,
How could you ?