Перевод песни The Soft Parade - The Doors

When I was back there in seminary school

There was a person there who put forth the proposition

That you can petition the Lord with prayer

Petition the Lord with prayer

Petition the Lord with prayer

You cannot petition the Lord with prayer!

Can you give me sanctuary?

I must find a place to hide

A place for me to hide

Can you find me soft asylum?

I can't make it anymore

The man is at the door

Peppermint miniskirts, chocolate candy

Champion sax and a girl named Sandy

There's only four ways to get it unraveled

One is to sleep and the other is travel but now

One is a bandit up in the hills

One is to love your neighbor till

His wife gets home

Catacombs

Nursery bones

Winter women growing stones

Carrying babies to the river

Streets and shoes

Avenues

Leather riders selling news

The monk bought lunch

(Yeah, he bought a little. Yes, he did! Yow!)

(This is the best part of the trip

This is the trip

The best part

I really like

What d'he say?)

(Yeah!

Yeah, yow...

Pretty good, huh?

Ha!)

(Yeah, I'm proud to be a part of this number)

Successful hills are here to stay

Everything must be this way

Gentle street where people play

Welcome to the soft parade

All our lives we sweat and save

Building for a shallow grave

Must be something else, we say

Somehow to defend this place

Everything must be this way

Everything must be this way, yeah

The soft parade has now begun

Listen to the engines hum

People out to have some fun

Cobra on my left

Leopard on my right, yeah

Deer woman in a silk dress

Girls with beads around their necks

Kiss the hunter of the green vest

Who has wrestled before

With lions in the night

Outta sight

The lights are getting brighter

The radio is moaning

Calling to the dogs

There are still a few animals

Left out in the yard

But it's getting harder

To describe sailors

To the underfed

Tropic corridor

Tropic treasure

What got us this far

To this mild equator

We need someone or something new

Something else to get us through, yeah (come on)

Calling on the dogs

Calling on the dogs

(But it's getting harder)

Calling on the dogs

Calling on the dogs

Calling in the dogs

Calling all the dogs

Calling on the gods

You gotta meet me, a few animals, at the crossroads

You gotta meet me, at the edge of town

Outskirts of the city

You and I

And the evening sky

You'd better come alone

You'd better bring your gun

We're gonna have some fun

Just you and I

When all else fails

We can whip the horses' eyes

And make them sleep

And cry