, И делят с нами нашу трудную судьбу. ПРИПЕВ: А в таверне тихо плачет скрипка, Нервы успокаивая мне. Нервы успокаивая мне. И твоя раскосая улыбка В
, поднимаю крылья в бой! Выключила сердце, поднимаю крылья в бой… Выключила сердце, поднимаю крылья в бой! Выключила сердце… Крылья в бой! Крылья в бой… Yo! Важный здесь… Сердце в
нам Я б примчалась к тебе, да подняться не в мочь И на дерзкий побег И на дерзкий побег он пошел в ту же ночь В небо взмыла ракета и упала за реку Ночь
No love, no love Stop right where you are Yeah there's no use pretending There's nothing left to see below Below love, bellow love Our little window
Oh, the child is an acrobat And he walks upon the wire Knowing well that he might fall Still he climbs up higher If he should slip he will surely die
Buildings tower round me like they're waiting for the kill. For days I haven't eaten and I really do feel ill. If I cry for help, will you hear my call
Maybe I'm wrong, living high and chancing, I feel an ice cold look in your eye cut me down with glances. We both said "No", but we can't let go, and I
Here I go again Nothing can tell me, I'm not wrong Was I younger then I'll be old tomorrow, I can't wait too long Tell myself, it doesn't matter You
Take it easy going down the stairs, I find my way Just a small light from the open door I can leave the world behind but only by one floor In the shadows
Everybody waits for easy money, Scared to work their fingers to the bone. I can't wait, it's such a long time coming, Got to go and make it on my own.
I've lost where I'm going No one beside me showing how. Won't you look at me now? We talk, but we don't mean it, I thought I'd really seen it all. Even
Just another dead end kid Can't believe the things I did. Lots of pretty ladies by my side, Take it all for number one. Wasted days with no harm done,
In lonely gas stations with mini-marts You'll find rows of them for sale Liquor-filled statues of Elvis Presley Screw his head off and drink like a vampire
Poison is bubbling Beneath your dream home Buried there years before Kid runs in crying from playing in the garden "Mommy, I burned my hands" "What's
If your machine might slip a gear Push this button to help it clear Your time card says that your name's Joe But we'll call you 6-3-0 I'm working at
Sunny Sunday at the amusement park See the fat kids spill their pop Oh babe, lots of flags and balloons But someone sabotaged the roller coaster last
You been to school for a year or two Know you've seen it all Daddy's car thinkin' you'll go far Back east your type don't crawl Play ethnicky jazz to
