Igor Pankratiev (pankratiev) wrote,
Igor Pankratiev
pankratiev

БОЛЬШИЕ ЧИСЛА И КОЕ-ЧТО ЕЩЁ

Оказывается, пластинка Майкла Джексона "Триллер" имеет, по книге Гиннеса,
абсолютный рекорд продаж - 100 миллионов.
И уже не имеет значения содержание...
хотя, кажется, и оно имеет значение.



It’s close to midnight and
Something evil’s lurking in the dark
Under the moonlight you see a sight
that almost stops your heart
You try to scream but terror takes
the sound before you make it
You start to freeze as
horror looks you right between the eyes,
You’re paralyzed

‘Cause this is thriller, thriller night
And no one’s gonna save you from
the beast about strike
You know it’s thriller, thriller night
You’re fighting for your life inside a killer,
thriller tonight

You hear the door slam
and realize there’s nowhere left to run
You feel the cold hand
and wonder if you’ll ever see the sun
You close your eyes and hope
that this is just imagination
But all the while you hear
the creature creepin’ up behind
You’re out of time

‘Cause this is thriller, thriller night
There ain’t no second chance
against the thing with forty eyes
You know it’s thriller, thriller night
You’re fighting for your life inside of killer,
thriller tonight

Night creatures call
And the dead start to walk in their masquerade
There’s no escapin’ the jaws of the alien this time
(They’re open wide)
This is the end of your life

They’re out to get you,
there’s demons closing in on every side
They will possess you unless you change the number on your dial
Now is the time for you and I to cuddle close together
All thru the night I’ll save you from the terror on the screen,
I’ll make you see

That this is thriller, thriller night
‘Cause I can thrill you more
than any ghost would dare to try
Girl, this is thriller, thriller night
So let me hold you tight
and share a killer, diller, chiller
Thriller here tonight

Darkness falls across the land1
The midnite hour is close at hand
Creatures crawl in search of blood
To terrorize y’awl’s neighbourhood
And whosoever shall be found
Without the soul for getting down
Must stand and face the hounds of hell
And rot inside a corpse’s shell
The foulest stench is in the air
The funk of forty thousand years
And grizzy ghouls from every tomb
Are closing in to seal your doom
And though you fight to stay alive
Your body starts to shiver
For no mere mortal can resist
The evil of the thriller
Tags: культур-мультур на раёне, негры в мировой культуре
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