Текст песни Metallica - Turn the Page Metalica

Turn The Page
On the highway deserted long
Omaha
You can listen to the moan motor you and
Rust of air ...
And you think about that with whom
He was familiar yesterday. Until morning…

Soon thoughts return
on circles your own
Sixteen hours to a row
You're in the saddle, forward looking ...
And riding you are not a joy
You dream to get off the "horse".

Here again - I will drive on the highway.
I'm on stage - and again on the road.
Here I go - to play the star,
To fly the page.

Entering some restaurant,
Squeezed, tired,
On yourself you catch views
From heat slightly smrub ...
Pretending to be indifferent to them
You are inside already hung!

You do not hear them, only scraps phrases.
How the record has been brought! "What is that fantomas?"
And always the number of them more, you will leave again
Send everyone ...

Here again - I will drive on the highway.
I'm on stage - and again on the road.
Here I go - to play the star,
To fly the page.

Oh-oh ... under spotlights, revealed from the fuss,
All energy to iota want to give the hall you.
And flowing sweat by body. Days without music are empty ...

Later the same night you are lying without sleep.
Fucking echo microphones head full.
Smoke cigarettes will finish the day. And in thoughts again she ...
Again she ....

Here again - I will drive on the highway.
Again the scene - I chose the way.
Here I go - to play the star,
To fly the page.
To fail ...
To the page
Fish.
Fish.
I left...