Abraham Lincoln
Abraham Lincoln
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Übersetzung von Alejandra Mida
Originaltext
Oh Abraham Lincoln, carried across the street.
Oh Abraham Lincoln, carried across the street.
The assassin, the coward,
Shot him in the head.
The assassin, the serpent,
Struck him then he fled.
Oh many many many people, gather to hear the word.
Oh many many many people, tremble at what they've heard.
Snickering, drunkards, from cover of dark.
Treachery's their master,
Murder is their heart.
From the table, rips his chair.
Cross the people on the stairs.
Watch the limbs running for.
All across a empty bar.
Oh Abraham Lincoln, buried him in his grave.
Oh Abraham Lincoln, buried him in his grave.
The assassin, the coward, no grave for you.
The assassin, the actor, no cross for you.
From the table, rips his chair.
Cross the people on the stairs.
Watch the limbs running for.
All across a empty bar.
Oh Abraham Lincoln, carried across the street.
The assassin, the coward,
Shot him in the head.
The assassin, the serpent,
Struck him then he fled.
Oh many many many people, gather to hear the word.
Oh many many many people, tremble at what they've heard.
Snickering, drunkards, from cover of dark.
Treachery's their master,
Murder is their heart.
From the table, rips his chair.
Cross the people on the stairs.
Watch the limbs running for.
All across a empty bar.
Oh Abraham Lincoln, buried him in his grave.
Oh Abraham Lincoln, buried him in his grave.
The assassin, the coward, no grave for you.
The assassin, the actor, no cross for you.
From the table, rips his chair.
Cross the people on the stairs.
Watch the limbs running for.
All across a empty bar.
Übersetzung
Oh Abraham Lincoln, realizada a través de la calle.
Oh Abraham Lincoln, realizada a través de la calle.
El asesino, el cobarde,
Le disparó en la cabeza.
El asesino, la serpiente,
Pegado a él luego huyó.
Oh muchas muchas muchas personas, se reúnen para escuchar la palabra.
Oh muchos muchos muchos, temblar ante lo que he oído.
Riéndose, borrachos, desde la tapa de la oscuridad.
La traición es su maestro,
El asesinato es su corazón.
Desde la mesa, rompe la silla.
Cruzar la gente en las escaleras.
Mira las extremidades funcionamiento de las.
Todos a través de una barra vacía.
Oh Abraham Lincoln, lo sepultaron en su tumba.
Oh Abraham Lincoln, lo sepultaron en su tumba.
El asesino, el cobarde, ninguna tumba para ti.
El asesino, el actor, sin cruz por ti.
Desde la mesa, rompe la silla.
Cruzar la gente en las escaleras.
Mira las extremidades funcionamiento de las.
Todos a través de una barra vacía.
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