Тексты песни «Born to Run»

I'm in way over my head, Can't the find sunset over me The mirror in front of my bed Sees the one I said I'd never be Try to escape from the storms, Spinning over like a hurricane Can't get away in the dark 'Cause I...

In the day we sweat it out in the streets of a runaway American dream At night we ride through mansions of glory in suicide machines Sprung from cages out on highway 9, Chrome wheeled, fuel injected and steppin' out...

In the day we sweat it out in the streets of a runaway American dream At night we ride through mansions of glory in suicide machines Sprung from cages out on highway 9, Chrome wheeled, fuel injected and...

Well I never did crawl and I never did tow the line No man is master to me, I ain't that kind I just put on my travellin' shoes If you want to win you just can't lose the time, Or stay behind (Chorus) Well.....I was...

(springsteen) In the day we sweat it out in the streets of a runaway american dream At night we ride through mansions of glory in suicide machines Sprung from cages out on highway 9, Chrome wheeled, fuel injected and...

I'm at a hot creep show Same old thing on the radio Who's that coming around Suffering popularity breakdown I can't it's funny that That I got stopped when I'm walking the streets Walking down streets, walking down...

(Gary Rossington, Johnny Van-Zant, Ed King, Donnie Van Zant) There's an old man sittin' on a front porch now Talkin' 'bout how it used to be When I was young I was a hell of a man My father died when I was ten I hit...

The quiet sadness of the people of the north Echoes silently around the cold grey places Ecstasies undared tremble upon the edge of the tightly, respectably unfulfilled Who drink to excess in order to forget what never...

I see the light of a thousand lamps burning in your eyes Still I have to turn away for you to stay alive 'Cause I was born to run I was born to run I was born to run I was born to run run run Security had a hold on...

In the day, we sweat it out on the streets Of a runaway American dream At night we ride through mansions of glory In suicide machines Sprung from cages on Highway 9 Chrome-wheeled, fuel-injected And steppin' out over...

[Originally by Bruce Springsteen] In the day we sweat it out in the streets of a runaway American dream At night we ride through mansions of glory in suicide machines Sprung from cages out on HighWay 9 Chrome wheeled,...

You're back to win To start again Searching for the power That you've had before The tables turned Mistakes you've made Stop telling lies - no angeleyes Just look straight ahead Don't be afraid to roll the dice...