All language subtitles for Roger.Waters.-.Us.Them.2019.1080p.BluRay.x264.AAC5.1-[YTS.MX]ENG

- Speak To Me -

I've been mad for fucking years,
absolutely years.

I've been over the edge for yonks.

Working with bands so long, I think, "Crikey..."

Pitch, or tar, or whatever it was, it doesn't matter much anymore.

I've always been mad, I know I've been mad,

like the most of us are.

Where are you now?

Don't answer that.

Very hard to explain why you're mad,

even if you're not mad.

Who gives a fuck? It's never really over.

- Breathe -

Breathe, breathe in the air

Don't be afraid to care

Leave but don't leave me

Look around and choose your own ground

For long you live and high you fly

And smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry

And all you touch and all you see

Is all your life will ever be

Run, rabbit, run

Dig that hole,forget the sun,

And when at last the work is done.

Don't sit down it's time to dig another one.

For long you live and high you fly

But only if you ride the tide

And balanced on the biggest wave

You race towards an early grave

- One Of These Days -

One of these days
I'm going to cut you into little pieces.

- Time -

Ticking away the moments that make up the dull day

Fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way

Kicking around on a piece of ground in your hometown

Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

Tired of lying in the sunshine, staying home to watch the rain

You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today

And then, one day, you find, ten years have got behind you

No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun

And you run, and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking

Racing around to come up behind you again

The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older

Shorter of breath, and one day closer to death

Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time

Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines

Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way

The time is gone, the song is over, thought I'd something more to say

Home, home again

I like to be here when I can

And when I come home cold and tired

It's good to warm my bones beside the fire

Far away across the field

The tolling of the iron bell

Calls the faithful to their knees

To hear the softly spoken magic spells

- The Great Gig in the Sky -

And I am not frightened of dying,

any time will do, I don't mind.

Why should I be frightened of dying?

There's no reason for it,
you've gotta go sometime.

I never said I was frightened of dying.

- Welcome to the Machine -

Welcome, my son

Welcome to the machine

Where have you been?

It's alright, we know where you've been

You've been in the pipeline, filling in time

Provided with toys and 'Scouting for Boys'

You bought a guitar to punish your ma

And you didn't like school

And you know you're nobody's fool

So welcome to the machine

Welcome, my son

Welcome to the machine

What did you dream?

It's alright, we told you what to dream

You dreamed of a big star

He played a mean guitar

He always ate in the Steak Bar

He loved to drive in his Jaguar

So welcome to the machine

Welcome, Welcome, Welcome, Welcome, Welcome to the machine

Welcome, Welcome, Welcome, Welcome, Welcome to the machine

Welcome, Welcome, Welcome, Welcome, Welcome to the machine

Welcome, Welcome, Welcome, Welcome, Welcome to the machine

I'm sorry! I was wrong!

I don't care.

Get the fuck out of my house!

- Déjà Vu -

If I had been God

resistant to alcohol and less prone to aging

If I had been God

I would have sired many sons and I would not have suffered the Romans to kill even one of them

If I had been God with my staff and my rod

If I had been given the nod

I believe I could have done a better job

And if I were a drone

Patrolling foreign skies

With my electronic eyes for guidance

And the element of surprise

I would be afraid to find someone home

Maybe a woman at a stove

Baking bread, making rice‚ or just boiling down some bones

If I were a drone

Lay down Jerusalem

Lay your burden down

Lay down Jerusalem

Lay your burden down

The temple's in ruins

The bankers get fat

The buffalo's gone

And the mountain top's flat

The trout in the streams are all hermaphrodites

You lean to the left but you vote to the right

And it feels like déjà vu

The sun goes down and I'm still missing you

Counting the cost of love that got lost

And under my Gulf Stream‚ in circular pools

There's ninety-nine cents' worth of drunkards and fools

- The Last Refugee -

And it's also the end of broadcasting
for Thursday,

the end of broadcasting for 1970.

Seven to severe hail, nine,
decreasing six in Humber later.

Rain then showers, moderate to poor becoming good.

Southwesterly, six to gale eight. Occasionally, severe gale nine.

At the third stroke, it will be 11:24 and 50 seconds.

At the third stroke,it will be 11:25, precisely.

This is the British Broadcasting Corporation.

At the third stroke,

-it will be 8:57, precisely. -In north southwesterly, 4 or 5,

otherwise variable rainfall, mainly northerly in the southeast.

And a Happy New Year to you all.

At the third stroke, it will be 11:25, precisely.

Goodnight, everyone.

Lie with me now

Under lemon tree skies

Show me the shy, slow smile you keep hidden
By warm brown eyes

Catch the sweet hover of lips just barely apart

And wonder at love's sweet ache
And the wild beat of my heart

Oh, rhapsody tearing me apart

And I dreamed I was saying goodbye to my child

She was taking a last look at the sea

Wading through dreams, up to our knees in warm ocean swells

While bathing belles, soft beneath

Hard bitten shells punch their iPhones

Erasing the numbers of redundant lovers

And search the horizon

And you'll find my child

Down by the shore

Digging around for a chain or a bone

Searching the sand for a relic washed up by the sea

The last refugee

- Picture That -

Picture yourself as you lean on the port rail

Tossing away your last cigarette

Picture your finger pushing the doorbell

Picture the skull and crossbones on the doormat

Picture yourself on the streets of Laredo

Picture the casbah, picture Japan

Picture your kid with his hand on the trigger

Picture prosthetics in Afghanistan

Oh, picture that

Picture a courthouse with no fucking laws

Picture a cathouse with no fucking whores

Picture a shithouse with no fucking drains

Picture a leader with no fucking brains

No fucking brains

Follow me filming myself at the show
On a phone from a seat in the very front row

Follow Miss Universe catching some rays

"Wish You Were Here" in Guantanamo Bay

Picture a seat on a private plane

Picture your feet nailed to the floor

Picture a crew who are clearly insane

Picture no windows, picture no doors

Glued to a screen in the state of Nevada

To follow the dream gets harder and harder

Picture her wrapping a gift for the wedding

Picture her boiling the water for tea

Picture the kids climbing into the backseat

Picture my hand turning the key

Oh, picture that

Picture the dog in the pickup ahead

Picture the tree at the side of the road

Picture my hands growing steadily colder

Colder

Follow me down to a place by the river

Sold for my kidneys, sold for my liver

Why so weedy, so fucking needy

There’s no such thing as being too greedy

And discipline remains merciful.

Yes. And I’m with you.

- Wish You Were Here -

So, so you think you can tell

Heaven from Hell?

Blue skies from pain?

Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?

A smile from a veil

Do you think you can tell?

Did they get you to trade, Your heroes for ghosts

Hot ashes for trees

Hot air for a cool breeze

Cold comfort for change

Did you exchange A walk-on part in the war For a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here

We're just two lost souls, swimming in a fish bowl Year after year

Running over the same old ground

What have we found?

The same old fears

I wish that you were here

- The Happiest Days of Our Lives -
-

You!

Yes, you!

Stand still, Laddy!

When  we grew up and went to school

There were certain teachers who would

Hurt  the children in any way they could

By  pouring their derision upon anything we did

Exposing every weakness

However  carefully hidden by the kids

But in the town, it was well known

When they got home at night, their fat and Psychopathic wives would thrash them Within inches of their lives

- Another Brick in the Wall, Pt. 2 -

We don't need no education

We don’t need no thought control

No dark sarcasm in the classroom

Teacher, leave them kids alone

Hey! Teacher! Leave them kids alone!

All in all, it's just another brick in the wall

All in all, you're just another brick in the wall

We don’t need no education

We don't need no thought control

No dark sarcasm in the classroom

Teachers leave them kids alone

Hey! Teacher! Leave us kids alone!

All in all, you're just another brick in the wall

All in all, you're just another brick in the wall

- Another Brick in the Wall, Pt. 3 -

I don't need no arms around me

And I don't need no drugs to calm me

I have seen the writing on the wall

Don't think I need anything at all

No, don't think I'll need anything at all

All in all, it was all just bricks in the wall

All in all, you were all just bricks in the wall

All in all, you were all just bricks in the wall

All in all, you were all just bricks in the wall

یا سگ ها

- Dogs -

You got to be crazy,

you gotta have a real need

You gotta sleep on your toes

and when you're on the street

You got to be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed

And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight

You got to strike when the moment is right without thinking

And after a while, you can work on points for style

Like the club tie, and the firm handshake

A certain look in the eye and an easy smile

You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to

So that when they turn their backs on you

You'll get the chance to put the knife in

You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder

You know, it's going to get harder, and harder, and harder, As you get older

Yeah, and in the end you'll pack up and fly down south

Hide your head in the sand

Just another sad old man

All alone and dying of cancer

And when you lose control

you'll reap the harvest you have sown

And as the fear grows

the bad blood slows and turns to stone

And it's too late to lose the weight you used to need to throw around

So have a good drown, as you go down all alone

Dragged down by the stone

Gotta admit that I'm a little bit confused

Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm just being used

Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off this creeping malaise

If I don't stand my own ground

how can I find my way out of this maze

Deaf, dumb and blind

you just keep on pretending

That everyone's expendable,

and no one has a real friend

And it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner

Everything's done under the sun

And you believe at heart everyone's a killer

Who was born in a house full of pain

Who was trained not to spit in the fan

Who was told what to do by the man

Who was broken by trained personnel

Who was fitted with collar and chain

Who was given a pat on the back

Who was breaking away from the pack

Who was only a stranger at home

Who was ground down in the end

Who was found dead on the phone

Who was dragged down by the stone

Who was dragged down by the stone

- Pigs (Three Different Ones) -

Big man, pig man

Haha, charade you are

You well-heeled big wheel

Haha, charade you are

And when your hand is on your heart

You're nearly a good laugh,

almost a joker

With your head down in the pig bin

Sayin', "Keep on digging"

Pig stain on your fat chin

What do you hope to find

Down in the pig mine?

You're nearly a laugh

You're nearly a laugh, but you're really a cry

Bus stop rat bag

Haha, charade you are

You fucked up old hag

Haha, charade you are

You radiate cold shafts of broken glass

You're nearly a good laugh

Almost worth a quick grin

You like the feel of steel

You're hot stuff with a hatpin

And good fun with a handgun

You're nearly a laugh

You're nearly a laugh, but you're really a cry

مری وایت هاوس طرفدار جدی سانسور در تلویزیون و یک متعصب مذهبی، پیرزنی که در تلویزیون حاضر می شود تا جلوی منحرف شدن جوان ها را بگیرد.

!!عوضی هایی که کثافت وجودیشان را پشت اخلاق گرایی پنهان می کنند

Hey you, Whitehouse

Haha, charade you are

You house proud town mouse

Haha, charade you are

You're tryin' to keep our feelings off the street

You're nearly a real treat

All tight lips and cold feet

And do you feel abused?

You! Gotta stem the evil tide

And keep it all on the inside

Mary, you're nearly a treat

Mary, you're nearly a treat, but you're really a cry

So, here's the story, folks.

Well, I guess one of the reasons
I'm here today is to tell you...

I won. I won.

And the other thing, chaos.
There's zero chaos.

We are running...
This is a fine-tuned machine.

I won. I won.

This is a fine-tuned machine.

The news is fake.

- Money -

Money, get away

Get a good job with more pay and you're okay

Money, it's a gas

Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash

New car, caviar, four-star daydream
ماشین نو، خاویار، رویاپردازی چهار ستاره

Think I'll buy me a football team

Money, get back

I'm alright, Jack, keep your hands off of my stack

Money, it's a hit

Don't give me that do-goody-good bullshit

I'm in the high-fidelity first class travelling set

And I think I need a Lear jet

Money, it's a crime

Share it fairly, but don't take a slice of my pie

Money, so they say

Is the root of all evil today

But if you ask for a rise, it's no surprise

That they're giving none away

Yes, absolutely in the right!

I certainly was in the right!

You was definitely in the right. That geezer was cruising for a bruising.

I've been dying to do it for fucking ages.

I'm definitely in the right...

-I was in the right. -Yeah, absolutely in the right.

I certainly was in the right!

I don't know, I was really drunk at the time.

Yeah.

- Us and Them -

Us (Us, us, us, us, us) and them (Them, them, them, them)

And after all we're only ordinary men

Me (Me, me, me, me, me) and you (You, you, you, you, you)

God only knows it's not what we would choose to do

"Forward" he cried from the rear

And the front rank died

And the general sat and the lines on the map

Moved from side to side

Black (Black, black, black, black) and blue (Blue, blue, blue, blue)

And who knows which is which and who is who

Up (Up, up, up, up, up) and down (Down, down, down, down)

And in the end it's only round and round, and round

"Haven't you heard it's a battle of words?"

The poster bearer cried

"Listen, son,"
Said the man with the gun

"There's room for you inside"

So if you give 'em a quick short,
sharp, shock, they won't do it again.

Dig it? I mean he get off lightly.

'Cause I would've given him a thrashing
I only hit him once!

It was only a difference of opinion.

Down (Down, down, down, down) and out (Out, out, out, out)

It can't be helped but there's a lot of it about

With (With, with, with, with), without

And who'll deny it's what the fighting's all about?

Out of the way, it's a busy day

I've got things on my mind

For the want of the price of tea and a slice, The old man died

- Brain Damage -

The lunatic is on the grass

The lunatic is on the grass

Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs

Got to keep the loonies on the path

The lunatic is in the hall

The lunatics are in my hall.

The paper holds their folded faces to the floor

And every day the paperboy brings more

And if the dam breaks open many years too soon

And if there is no room upon the hill

And if your head explodes with dark forebodings too

I'll see you on the dark side of the moon

The lunatic is in my head

The lunatic is in my head

You raise the blade

You make the change

You rearrange me till I'm sane

You lock the door

And throw away the key

There's someone in my head but it's not me

And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear

You shout and no one seems to hear

And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes

I'll see you on the dark side of the moon

- Eclipse -

All that you touch and all that you see

All that you taste, all you feel

And all that you love and all that you hate

All you distrust‚ all you save

And all that you give and all that you deal

And all that you buy‚ beg‚ borrow, or steal

And all you create and all you destroy

And all that you do and all that you say

And all that you eat and everyone you meet (Everyone you meet)

And all that you slight and everyone you fight

And all that is now and all that is gone

And all that's to come

and everything under the sun is in tune

But the sun is eclipsed by the moon

all you create and all you destroy

all that you do and all that you say

all that you eat and everyone you meet

all that you slight and everyone you fight

all that is now and all that is gone

all that's to come

and everything under the sun is in tune

But the sun is eclipsed by the moon

Thank you so much.

We can't thank you people enough

for the reception that you've given
to this band and to this music.

We need the love
that is in this room

to spread gently all over the world

if we are to have any chance
of figuring out

how to empathize with our fellow human beings enough to act collectively

and to stop the pigs destroying

this fragile and beautiful planet
upon which we live.

We do believe in human rights,

and we believe they should be equal
for all our brothers and sisters

all over the world,

notwithstanding their ethnicity,
or religion, or nationality.

So that would include
our brothers and sisters in Palestine.

- Lay Down Jerusalem (If I Had Been God) -

if you were a Muslim

And I was a Jew

If I were a Mennonite

And you were an Hindu

Would we exchange

The weight of these chains

Chains of belief

And the carnage on the trains to turn over a new leaf

If I had been god

I would not have chosen anyone

I would have laid an even hand

On all my children everyone

Would have been content

To forgo Ramadan and Lent

Time better spent

In the company of friends

Breaking bread and mending nets

That was so good!