(B. Andersson/B. Ulvaeus) 1982 Down in the street they're all singing and shouting Staying alive though the city is dead Hiding their shame behind hollow
He gave to her, yet tenfold claim'd in return - She hath no life but the one he for her wrought; Proffer'd to her his wauking heart - she turn'd it down
Ты уничтожая слова, пытаешься донести Правду до людей. До тех людей, что плюют тебе в лицо, Свернув твою душу в бумажный комок, Не верив тебе.... Припев
Oh, yes yes I can't believe thats it's real The way that she makes me feel It's something deep down inside Though it's a feeling I cannot tie She's
Down in the street they're all singing and shouting Staying alive though the city is dead Hiding their shame behind hollow laughter While you are crying
Another day, another night that fades away Another dream made up to keep me awake Another charm created to make me believe That my whole life is not so
The ocean floor is hidden from your viewing lens a depth perception languished in the night all my life I've been sowing the wounds but the seeds spread
25 wives in the lake tonight raw bark in the water of the marble shrine 25 snakes pour out your eyes yeah the icepicks cumming on the marble shrine 25
There was a frail syrup dripping off his lap danced lapel punctuated by her decrepit prowl she washed down the hatching Gizzard soft as a mane of needles
Shockless shackles free you Volt face cons abandon you again, I won't be owned Not this time Shockless shackles free you Volt face cons abandon you
a. TARANTISM b. PLANT A NAIL IN THE NAVEL STREAM c. FAMINEPULSE d. MULTIPLE SPOUSE WOUNDS e. SARCOPHAGI I think I've become like one of the others I
I think I've become like one of the others I think I've become like one of the others I think I've become like one of the others There was a frail syrup
I think I've become one of the others I think I've become one of the others I think I've become one of the others There was a frail syrup dripping off
When a bee lies sleepin? In the palm of your hand You're bewitched and deep in Love's long looked after land Where you'll see a sun up sky In the mornin
A day in the life of a fool A sad and a long lonely day I walk the avenue Hoping to run into The very sight of you coming my way. I stop just in front
Night and stars above that shine so bright The mystery of their fading light That shines upon our caravan Sleep upon my shoulder as we creep Across the
There were bells on a hill But I never heard them ringing No, I never heard them at all Till there was you There were birds in the sky But I never saw
I'm gonna get up in the morning I believe I'll dust my broom I'm gonna get up in the morning I believe I'll dust my broom Well my best gal, I'll be loving
