Солнце, возьми - это твое! Я объявляю свой дом Безъядерной зоной! Я объявляю свой двор Безъядерной зоной! Я объявляю свой город Безъядерной зоной! Я объявляю свой
Я закрою свой маленький дом Погашу на окне огонь По дороге, под мелким дождём Унесёт меня чёрный конь Будет долгий путь в никуда Ливень смоет мои следы
Phone by the cash register Quarter in your pocket Miles away but you can't call home No, you can't call home Home is where you are Home is where you
You left us here in a cloud of stardust Disappeared, never even called us And most of us got over you But baby, as for me I never quite recovered Every
I'm an architect Of days that haven't happened yet I can't believe a month is all it's been You know my paper heart The one I fill with pencil marks I
I'm no leader, I'm just a mess It's not the way it's supposed to be It's just the way that it is I'm afraid we are all victims here And that the one who
Take one last look before you leave 'Cause oh, somehow it means so much to me And if you ever need me, you know just where I'll be So please call home
Pogledaj dom svoj, andjele, i skini paucinu s ociju, videces prizore potresne, videces nesrecne i bolesne, videces cemer, smrt i jad. Pogledaj stado,
Take one last look before you leave 'Cause oh somehow it means so much to me And if you ever need me, you know where I'll be So please call home if you
Didn't you know my life would fall Oh no, and now you've really gone and done it Was I waiting here too long Oh no, even the floor got cold Your eyes
Thoughts that I can't erase Brought from a distant place But for a twist of fate Africa could be my home
Is this glass full of water? Or is it full of light? You can never walk by a mirror without looking at yourself twice. Your whole life has been shaped
My own home, my own home My own home, my own home Father's hunting in the forest Mother's cooking in the home I must go to fetch the water 'Til the day
You left us here, in a cloud of stardust Disappeared, never even called us And most of us, got over you But baby as for me, I never quite recovered Every
Oh well your smell is forever sort of near the tip-top of my spine ill be not forever yours if you be not forever mine when we hold hands under starlight
Have pity for the dead Sleep has his house [Repeated ad infinitum] And so all of your suffering And all of your pain All of your pleasures And all of
In a strange land The god of sleep Has made his house Of marvellous design Under a hill There is a cave Which of the sun May nothing have So that no man
Hey, this one?s on fire listen to the bad luck all over again waiters with no one to fire listen to the bad luck while this one flies you said my reply
