See the great white star Over Battery Park Then a flare glides over But I won't look at that star Oh, my nuclear baby (One who spotted a star) Oh, my
You promised me the ending would be clear You'd let me know when the time was now Don't let me know when you're opening the door Stab me in the dark,
Hope little girl Come blow me away I don't care much I win anyway, just a dog I'm God damn rich An exploding man When I talk in the night There's oil
Tragic youth was looking young and sexy The tragic youth was wearing tattered black jeans Bearing arms and flaunting all her mischief The tragic youth
Better take care Think I better go, better get a room Better take care of me again and again I think about this and I think about personal history Better
Billy rapped all night 'bout his suicide How he kick it in the head when he was 25 Don't wanna stay alive When you're 25 Wendy's stealing clothes from
Streets damp and warm Empty smell metal Weeds between buildings Pictures on my hard drive Well I'm the luckiest guy Not the loneliest guy Steam under
Silver leaves are spinning 'round Take my hand as we go down And down, and down looking for water But I lost God in a New York minute Don't know about
Hold me tight Keep me cool Going mad Don't know what to do Do I need a friend? Well, I need one now All the days of my life All the days of my life
She waited by the moon She was sick with fear and cold She felt too old for all of this Of course she never showed She lugged her suitcase to the bus
Well some people try to pick up girls This never happened to Pablo Picasso He could walk down your street And get called assholes So Pablo Picasso was
Way back in time Someone said try some I tried some Now buy some, I bought some Oh oh oh After a while When I had tried them, denied them I opened my
Sister midnight [ James Osterberg | David Bowie | Carlos Alomar ] Calling sister midnight You've got me reaching for the moon Calling sister midnight
Перевод: Дэвид Боуи. Реальность.
: Better take care Think I better go, better get a room Better take care of me Again and again I think about this and I think about personal history
: Silver leaves are spinning round Take my hand as we go down and down and down Looking for water But I lost God in a New York minute Don't know about
