На зелёном холме в ожиданьи весны После долгой зимы накануне рассвета. Возле серых камней у холодной волны, У янтарной луны - кто спросит ответа:
[Chingy:] (Woo!) Put your hands up [x2] ("Deep cause the whole St. Louis is ridin wit me"} And uhh {"Cause the whole St. Louis is ridin wit me"} (Woo!)
Давным-давно, в день моего рождения, Когда была такой, как ты теперь, За что - секрет, за просто так, наверное, Мне подарил Господь свирель. Свирель
I don't like opera and I don't like ballet And new wave french movies, they just drive me away I guess I'm just dumb, 'cause I know that I ain't smart
On the side of a hill, in a land called Somewhere A little boy lies asleep in the earth While down in the valley, a cruel war rages And people forget
Take me for what I am A star newly emerging Long simmering explodes Inside the self is reeling In the pocket of the heart, in the rushing of the blood
You're an adventurer You sail across the oceans You climb the himalayas Seeking truth and beauty as a natural state You're a queen reborn Worshipped
You feel so lonely when it's in the afternoon And you gotta face it all through the night Don't it make you believe That something's gonna have to happen
If I could be anything in the world that flew I would be a bat and come swooping after you And if the last time you were here things were a bit askew
Miss riley had a dog She used to keep it in her backyard And when the dog began to bark All the neighbors began to shout Then came a stormy night Miss
I ain't no christian or no born again saint I ain't no cowboy or marxist d.a. I ain't no criminal or reverend cripple from the right I am just your average
Jim, livin' with you'd not such fun You're not the only one You don't have the looks You're not the person that you used to be And there are people on
I'm banging on my drum I'm banging on my drum Then banging on my drum, boy And I'm having lots of fun I'm banging on my drums, yeah I'm banging on my
I'm just a gift to the women of this world I'm just a gift to the women of this world Responsibility sits so hard on my shoulder Like a good wine, I'
It might be fun to have a kid that I could kick around A little me to fill up with my thoughts A little me or he or she to fill up with my dreams A way
When I think of you, Baton Rouge I think of a Mariachi band I think of sixteen and a crisp green football field I think of a girl, I never had When I
And what costume shall the poor girl wear To all tomorrow's parties A hand-me-down dress from who knows where To all tomorrow's parties And where will
It was a very cold clear fall night I had a terrible dream Billy name and brigid were playing under my stair case On the second floor about two o'clock
