Official Music Video
Mr. Richards by R.E.M.
Lyrics & Translation
English
Mr. Richards, your position
Is a messenger pigeon
Left behind you when the camp moved on.
We thought that you would listen
but the words had never crystallized
Into a truth that you might own, hey hey.
Mr. Richards, your decision.
Pay attention, pay attention.
Mr. Richards, you're forgiven
for a narrow lack of vision
But the fires are still raging on.
The public's got opinions
and these consequences border on
The compound that you raised
Will sell it see, hey hey.
Mr. Richards, your decision.
Pay attention, pay attention.
So listen, your intention;
Sign the papers, stamp the ribbon.
You're mistaken if you think we'll just forget.
You can thump your chest and rattle,
Stand in front of your piano,
But we know what's going on.
Yes we know what's going on.
We're the children of the choir, hey
and we know what's going on.
Mr. Richards, your conviction
Had us cheering in the kitchen,
Now the jury's eating pigeon pie.
So tell me how is prison?
Have they taught you how to listen?
We've begun to bridge the schism.
Pay attention, pay attention.
Mr. Richards, your decision.
Pay attention, pay attention.
You can thump your chest and rattle,
Stand in front of your piano
But we know what's going on.
Yes we know what's going on.
We're the children of the choir, hey
From the compound fire, hey
And we know what's going on.
Yes we know what's going on.
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of Mr. Richards by R.E.M.
Mr. Richards* (original R.E.M.)
Mr. Richards, your position
Is a messenger pigeon
Left behind you when the camp moved on.
We thought that you would listen
but the words had never crystallized
Into a truth that you might own, hey hey.
Mr. Richards, your decision.
Pay attention, pay attention.
Mr. Richards, you're forgiven
for a narrow lack of vision
But the fires are still raging on.
The public's got opinions
and these consequences border on
The compound that you raised
Will sell it see, hey hey.
Mr. Richards, your decision.
Pay attention, pay attention.
So listen, your intention;
Sign the papers, stamp the ribbon.
You're mistaken if you think we'll just forget.
You can thump your chest and rattle,
Stand in front of your piano,
But we know what's going on.
Yes we know what's going on.
We're the children of the choir, hey
and we know what's going on.
Mr. Richards, your conviction
Had us cheering in the kitchen,
Now the jury's eating pigeon pie.
So tell me how is prison?
Have they taught you how to listen?
We've begun to bridge the schism.
Pay attention, pay attention.
Mr. Richards, your decision.
Pay attention, pay attention.
You can thump your chest and rattle,
Stand in front of your piano
But we know what's going on.
Yes we know what's going on.
We're the children of the choir, hey
From the compound fire, hey
And we know what's going on.
Yes we know what's going on.
Mr. Richards (traducción LyricVerse Team)
Sr. Richards, su posición
Es una paloma mensajera
Dejada atrás cuando el campamento avanzó.
Pensamos que escucharía
pero las palabras nunca cristalizaron
En una verdad que pudiera poseer, hey hey.
Sr. Richards, su decisión.
Preste atención, preste atención.
Sr. Richards, está perdonado
por una estrecha falta de visión
Pero los fuegos siguen ardiendo.
El público tiene opiniones
y estas consecuencias lindan con
El complejo que usted levantó
Lo venderá, vea, hey hey.
Sr. Richards, su decisión.
Preste atención, preste atención.
Así que escuche, su intención;
Firme los papeles, selle la cinta.
Se equivoca si cree que simplemente olvidaremos.
Puede golpearse el pecho y hacer ruido,
Pararse frente a su piano,
Pero sabemos lo que está pasando.
Sí, sabemos lo que está pasando.
Somos los niños del coro, hey
y sabemos lo que está pasando.
Sr. Richards, su convicción
Nos tenía animando en la cocina,
Ahora el jurado está comiendo pastel de paloma.
¿Así que dígame cómo es la prisión?
¿Le han enseñado a escuchar?
Hemos empezado a cerrar el cisma.
Preste atención, preste atención.
Sr. Richards, su decisión.
Preste atención, preste atención.
Puede golpearse el pecho y hacer ruido,
Pararse frente a su piano
Pero sabemos lo que está pasando.
Sí, sabemos lo que está pasando.
Somos los niños del coro, hey
Del fuego del complejo, hey
Y sabemos lo que está pasando.
Sí, sabemos lo que está pasando.
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