Danger Man by David Bromberg from Wanted Dead or Alive (1974)

I'm a dangerous man from a dangerous city and I lead a dangerous life
I've got a dangerous car it goes dangerous speeds and a very hazardous wife
I got 16 dangerous girlfriends not counting one or two
look out kid you don't want to get hit I'm dangerous for you

Chorus:
Dangerman you're so bad its a crime, danger man why don't you come up and see me some time

I'm dangerous to my fingertips mama I'm dangerous head to toe
I got dangerous ears, dangerous eyes lord knows I've got a dangerous nose
I've been wanted by the Board of Inquiry, I've been condemmed by the Board of Health
hey I don't keep no mirrors inside my house because I even scare myself

Chorus

I've got long strong dangerous arms I could kiss and hold you tight
a dangerous back dangerous torso make some good lovin' all night
I've got a headful of dangerous ideas mama and a heartful of bad intention
a mess of stuff I can't talk about too dangerous to mention you better look out

Chorus

I'm a dangerous man from a dangerous city and I lead a dangerous life
a dangerous car it goes dangerous speeds and a very hazardous wife

you better look out!

 

A world become one
Of salads and sun
Only a fool would say that
A boy with a plan
A natural man
Wearing a white stetson hat
Unhand that gun be gone
There's no one to fire upon
If he's holding it high
He's telling a lie

I heard it was you
Talkin' 'bout a world
Where all is free
It just couldn't be
And only a fool would say that

The man in the street
Draggin' his feet
Don't wanna hear the bad news
Imagine your face
There is his place
Standing inside his brown shoes
You do his nine to five
Drag yourself home half alive
And there on the screen
A man with a dream

I heard it was you
Talkin' 'bout a world
Where all is free
It just couldn't be
And only a fool would say that

Anybody on the street
Has murder in his eyes
You feel no pain
And you're younger
Then you realize

Only a fool would say that
Only a foo-oo-oo-oo-ool

(-Guitar solo-)

I heard it was you
Talkin' 'bout a world
Where all is free
It just couldn't be
And only a fool would say that

Only a fool would say that
Only a fool would say that

(laughter)
Solamente un tonto dice eso

 

Wham
Bang
Mon chat "Splash" gite sur mon lit a bouffe
Sa langue en buvant trop mon whysky
Quand a moi peu dormi
Vide
Brime
J'ai du dormir dans la goutiere
Oil j'ai un flash
Ouh
Ouh
Ouh.
En 4 couleurs
Allez op
Un matin
Une louloute est v'nue chez moi
Poupee de cellophane
Cheveux chinois

Sparadrap
Une gueule de bois
A bu ma biere dans un grand verre en caoutchouc
(Ouh
Ouh
Ouh) comme un indien dans son igloo

Ca plane pour moi
Ca plane pour moi

Moi
Moi
Moi
Moi
Ca plane pour moi
(Ouh
Ouh
Ouh) ca plane pour moi
Allez hop
La mama
Quel panard
Quelle vibration
De s'envoyer sur le paillasson
Lime
Ruine
Vide
Comble
You are the king of the divan
Qu'elle me dit en passant
(Ouh
Ouh
Quh) I'm the king of the di - van

Ca plane p6ur mai
Ca glane gour moi
. . .

Allez hop
T'occupes
T'inquietes
Touches pas ma planete
It's not today que le ciel me tombera sur la tete
Et que la colle me manquera
(Ouh
Ouh
Ouh) ca plane pour moi

Ca plane pour moi
Ca plane pour moi
. . .

Allez hop
Ma nana s'est tiree
S'est barree
Enfin c'est marre
A tout casse
L'evier
Le bar
Me laissant seul comme un grand connard
(Ouh
Ouh
Ouh) le pied dans le plat

Ca plane pour moi
Ca plane pour moi

 

Oh ma cameo molesting
Kee pa a poorer for tea
Solar prestige a gammon
Lantern or turbert paw kwee

Solar prestige a gammon
Kool kar kyrie kay salmon
Har ring molassis abounding
Common lap kitch sardin a poor floundin

Cod ee say oo pay a loto
My zeta prestige toupay a floored
Ray indee pako a gammon
Solar prestige a pako can nord

 

I have a mansion forget the price
Ain't never been there they tell me it's nice
I live in hotels tear out the walls
I have accountants pay for it all

They say I'm crazy but I have a good time
Everybody say oh, yeah.....oh yeah
I'm just looking for clues at the scene of the crime
Life's been good to me so far

My Maserati does 185
I lost my license now I don't drive
I have a limo ride in the back
I lock the doors in case I'm attacked

I'm making records my fans they can't wait
They write me letters tell me I'm great
So I got me an office gold records on the wall
Just leave a message maybe I'll call

Lucky I'm sane after all I've been through
Everybody says I'm cool (he's cool)
I can't complain but sometimes I still do
Life's been good to me so far

I go to parties sometimes until four
It's hard to leave when you can't find the door
It's tough to handle this fortune and fame
Everybody's so different I haven't changed

They say I'm lazy but it takes all my time
Everybody say oh yeah.....oh yeah
I keep on going guess I'll never know why
Life's been good to me so far

 

I don't know if you can see
The changes that have come over me
In these last few days I've been afraid
That I might drift away
So I've been telling old stories, singing songs
That make me think about where I came from
And that's the reason why I seem
So far away today

Oh, but let me tell you that I love you
That I think about you all the time
Caledonia you're calling me
And now I'm going home
If I should become a stranger
You know that it would make me more than sad
Caledonia's been everything
I've ever had

Now I have moved and I've kept on moving
Proved the points that I needed proving
Lost the friends that I needed losing
Found others on the way
I have kissed the ladies and left them crying
Stolen dreams, yes there's no denying
I have traveled hard with coattails flying
Somewhere in the wind

Now I'm sitting here before the fire
The empty room, the forest choir
The flames that could not get any higher
They've withered now they've gone
But I'm steady thinking my way is clear
And I know what I will do tomorrow
When the hands are shaken and the kisses flow
Then I will disappear

 

Two, three, four
Eins, zwei, drei
Na, es is nix dabei
Na, wenn ich euch erzähl' die G'schicht'
Nichts desto trotz,
Ich bin es schon gewohnt
Im TV-Funk da läuft es nicht. -
Ja, sie war jung,
Das Herz so rein und weiß
Und jede Nacht hat ihren Preis,
Sie sagt: “Sugar Sweet,
Ya got me rappin' to the heat!”
Ich verstehe, sie ist heiß,
Sie sagt: “Baby, you know,
I miss my funky friends,”
Sie meint Jack und Joe und Jill.
Mein Funkverständnis,
Ja, das reicht zur Not,
Ich überreiss', was sie jetzt will. -*
Ich überleg' bei mir,
Ihr' Nas'n spricht dafür,
Währenddessen ich noch rauch',
Die Special Places sind ihr wohlbekannt,
Ich mein', sie fährt ja U-Bahn auch.
Dort singen's:
“Dreh' dich nicht um, schau, schau,
der Kommissar geht um!
Er wird dich anschau'n
und du weißt warum.
Die Lebenslust bringt dich um.”
Alles klar, Herr Kommissar?

Hey man, wanna buy some stuff, man?
Did you ever rap that thing Jack?
So rap it to the beat!
Wir treffen Jill and Joe
Und dessen Bruder hip
Und auch den Rest der coolen Gang
Sie rappen hin, sie rappen her
Dazwischen kratzen's ab die Wänd'. -
Dieser Fall ist klar,
Lieber Herr Kommissar,
Auch wenn sie and'rer Meinung sind:
Den Schnee auf dem wir alle
Talwärts fahr'n,
Kennt heute jedes Kind.
Jetzt das Kinderlied:
“Dreh dich nicht um, schau, schau,
der Kommissar geht um!
Er hat die Kraft und wir sind klein und dumm,
dieser Frust macht uns Stumm.”

“Dreh dich nicht um, schau, schau,
der Kommissar geht um!
Wenn er dich anspricht
und du weißt warum,
Sag ihm: 'Dein Leb'n bringt dich um.'”

 

Today I stumbled upon an old song. I have not heard it so many years. A song about love, but the original.
http://rutube.ru/tracks/2156751.html

Translated as I could

The song is called 30 HGSA

(30 HGSA: Structural steel and chrome. In the composition of the alloy chromium, silicon, and manganese.
Used to produce: shafts, axles, gears, flanges, etc. And more .. very popular alloy for the production of knives and blades in the criminal environment.)

Your eyes are shining, your eyes are cold
sly, animal, sinful eyes
White with green,
as markings steel № "30 HGSA"

My chest is scarred and breathing is wheezy
teeth is broken, as an evil dog
But one my part is cast on forever
It is made ​​of 30 HGSA

Come on, tell me your stories
Wagged his tail, like an old fox
This is my night and my victoria
True, as the 30 HGSA

I burn you hot flames of hell
I will lift you to heaven
And you'll howl, moan in my arms
As a cutter on 30 HGSA

There will be a hot night, I know it
All your beauty shine from sweat
10 tenacious fingers, 20 sly ways
And something for the 30 HGSA

 

Эй, ухнем!
Эй, ухнем!
Ещё разик, ещё да раз!
Эй, ухнем!
Эй, ухнем!
Ещё разик, ещё да раз!

Разовьём мы берёзу,
Разовьём мы кудряву!
Ай-да, да ай-да,
Aй-да, да ай-да,
Разовьём мы кудряву.

Мы по бережку идём,
Песню солнышку поём.
Ай-да, да ай-да,
Aй-да, да ай-да,
Песню солнышку поём.

Эй, эй, тяни канат сильней!
Песню солнышку поём.
Эй, ухнем!
Эй, ухнем!
Ещё разик, ещё да раз!

Эх ты, Волга, мать-река,
Широка и глубока,
Ай-да, да ай-да,
Aй-да, да ай-да,
Волга, Волга, мать-река

Эй, ухнем!
Эй, ухнем!
Ещё разик, ещё да раз!
Эй, ухнем!
Эй, ухнем!


Yo, heave ho!
Yo, heave ho!
Once more, once again, still once more
Yo, heave ho!
Yo, heave ho!
Once more, once again, still once more

Now we fell the stout birch tree,
Now we pull hard: one, two, three.
Ay-da, da, ay-da!
Ay-da, da, ay-da!
Now we pull hard: one, two, three.

As the barges float along,
To the sun we sing our song.
Ay-da, da, ay-da!
Ay-da, da, ay-da!
To the sun we sing our song.

Hey, hey, let's heave a-long the way
to the sun we sing our song
Yo, heave ho!
Yo, heave ho!
Once more, once again, still once more

Volga, Volga our pride,
Mighty stream so deep and wide.
Ay-da, da, ay-da!
Ay-da, da, ay-da!
Volga, Volga you're our pride.

Yo, heave ho!
Yo, heave ho!
Once more, once again, still once more
Yo, heave ho!
Yo, heave ho!

 

This is - the song boatmen.
Strange occupation - these people towing cargo barges along the Volga and other rivers. Just tie one end of the rope to the barge, the other end picked up, and walked along the beach walk a few hundred kilometers. Hellish work, worse than the Folds in the galleys. This work by the peasants from among the poorest who have lost their land. To die in this job is easier than making money.
But the Russian soul is contradictory. This business had its own stars, their whole country knew. Some aristocrats were hired for this job for fun - to test their strength, to demonstrate its power to communicate with adventurers (a dip in the mud). The great Russian singer Chaliapin, a genius and a gentleman, amused by this activity. The fact that he made ​​famous the song - not by accident. Every sound he feel about his hands and shoulders.

Thank you, Mike, for your greeting.