Well, you wonder why I always dress in black,
Why you never see bright colors on my back,
And why does my appearance seem to have a somber tone.
Well, there's a reason for the things that I have on.

I wear the black for the poor and the beaten down,
Livin' in the hopeless, hungry side of town,
I wear it for the prisoner who has long paid for his crime,
But is there because he's a victim of the times.

I wear the black for those who never read,
Or listened to the words that Jesus said,
About the road to happiness through love and charity,
Why, you'd think He's talking straight to you and me.

Well, we're doin' mighty fine, I do suppose,
In our streak of lightnin' cars and fancy clothes,
But just so we're reminded of the ones who are held back,
Up front there ought 'a be a Man In Black.

I wear it for the sick and lonely old,
For the reckless ones whose bad trip left them cold,
I wear the black in mournin' for the lives that could have been,
Each week we lose a hundred fine young men.

And, I wear it for the thousands who have died,
Believen' that the Lord was on their side,
I wear it for another hundred thousand who have died,
Believen' that we all were on their side.

Well, there's things that never will be right I know,
And things need changin' everywhere you go,
But 'til we start to make a move to make a few things right,
You'll never see me wear a suit of white.

Ah, I'd love to wear a rainbow every day,
And tell the world that everything's OK,
But I'll try to carry off a little darkness on my back,
Till things are brighter, I'm the Man In Black

Итак, Вы задаетесь вопросом, почему я всегда одеваюсь в черное,
Почему Вы никогда не видите ярких цветов на моей спине,
И почему я всегда кажусь мрачным.
Так вот, есть причины, почему я именно такой.

Я ношу чёрное для бедных и затоптанных,
Живущих в безнадежной, голодной части города,
Я ношу это для заключенного, который долго платил за своё преступление,
Но всё это потому, что он - жертва времен.

Я ношу чёрное для тех, кто никогда не читал,
Или слышавших слова, которые Иисус сказал,
О дороге к счастью через любовь и милосердие,
Да ведь Вы думали бы, что Он говорит прямо Вам и мне.

Хорошо, мы - делаем могущественные красоты, я так полагаю,
У нас снуют сияющие автомобили и причудливая одежда,
Но именно так нам напоминают о тех, кто сдержан,
Понимающий это должен быть Человеком В Черном.

Я ношу это для больного и одинокого старика,
Для опрометчивых, чьи поступки оставили их на холоде,
Я надеваю чёрное прямо с утра, для жизней, которые могли бы продолжаться,
Ведь каждую неделю мы теряем сто прекрасных молодых людей.

И, я ношу это для тысяч умерших,
Веря, что Бог был на их стороне,
Я ношу это для еще ста тысяч умерших,
Веря, что все мы были на их стороне.

Итак, есть вещи, которые никогда не будут правильными, вот что я знаю.
И вещи нуждаются в изменении, всюду, куда бы вы не пошли.
Но до тех пор, пока мы не начинаем делать хоть движение, чтобы сделать несколько вещей правыми,
Вы никогда не будете видеть, что я ношу белый костюм.

Ах, я хотел бы носить радугу каждый день,
И сказать миру, что все в порядке,
Но я постараюсь выдержать небольшую мглу на себе,
Пока вещи не более ярки, я - Человек В Черном.

ShT 2010

Well, you wonder why I always dress in black,
Why you never see bright colors on my back,
And why does my appearance seem to have a somber tone.
Well, there's a reason for the things that I have on.

I wear the black for the poor and the beaten down,
Livin' in the hopeless, hungry side of town,
I wear it for the prisoner who has long paid for his crime,
But is there because he's a victim of the times.

I wear the black for those who never read,
Or listened to the words that Jesus said,
About the road to happiness through love and charity,
Why, you'd think He's talking straight to you and me.

Well, we're doin' mighty fine, I do suppose,
In our streak of lightnin' cars and fancy clothes,
But just so we're reminded how much of the ones who are held back,
Up front there ought 'a be a Man In Black.

I wear it for the sick and lonely old,
For the reckless ones whose bad trip left them cold,
I wear the black in mournin' for the lives that could have been,
Each week we lose a hundred fine young men.

And, I wear it for the thousands who have died,
Believen' that the Lord was on their side,
I wear it for another hundred thousand who have died,
Believen' that we all were on their side.

Well, there's things that never will be right I know,
And things need changin' everywhere you go,
But 'til we start to make a move to make a few things right,
You'll never see me wear a suit of white.

Ah, I'd love to wear a rainbow every day,
And tell the world that everything's OK
But I'll try to carry off a little darkness on my back,
Till things are brighter, I'm the Man In Black

So, You wonder why I always dress in black,
Why You never see bright colors on my back,
And why I always seem to be gloomy.
Now, there are reasons why I am.

I wear black for the poor and trampled,
Living in the hopeless, hungry side of town,
I wear it for the prisoner who has long paid for his crime,
But that's because he's a victim of the times.

I wear the black for those who never read,
Or heard the words that Jesus said,
On the road to happiness through love and charity,
Why, You'd think He's talking straight to You and me.

Well, we - do powerful beauty, I guess
We scurry about the shiny cars and fancy clothes,
But that's the way we are reminded of those who are restrained
Understanding this should be the Man In Black.

I wear it for the sick and lonely old man,
For rash, whose actions left them in the cold,
I wear black in the morning, for the lives that could have lasted,
Because every week we lose a hundred fine young men.

And, I wear this for thousands of deaths,
Believing that God was on their side,
I wear it for another hundred thousand dead,
Believing that we all were on their side.

So, there are things that will never be correct, here's what I know.
And things need changing everywhere, wherever you go.
But until then, until we start to do even though the motion to do a few things right
You will never see me wear a white suit.

Oh, I would love to wear a rainbow every day,
And to tell the world that everything is in order,
But I'll try to withstand a little mist on myself
While things are not over bright, I am the Man In Black.

ShT 2010