Куча мыслей в голове, и мне тебя жаль, Твои крылья сгорают, себе свободу дай. Я с тобой до конца, чтобы не случилось, знай. Целуй скорей ветер, себе
bit of shh for me, A little bit of quiet for the MC, A little bit of shh for me, Make way for the S.O.V., A little bit of shh for me Now shut your
Once I walked through the halls of a station Someone called your name In the streets I heard children laughing They all sound the same Wonder could you
Feel is a word I can't explain At least not in words that are plain Make it easy to express But I'll try to do my best To hit you where it counts I just
the session band Shredded to ribbons beneath a microphone stand Felt the quickness of pity like a flash in a pan For the soul singer in the session band
I read the news today, oh boy About a lucky man who made the grade And though the news was rather sad Well, I just had to laugh I saw the photograph
That was the last time I ever saw her Through a shop window, sleeves to her elbows I walked past and kept on walking And lit a smoke with my hands shaking
the signs of the times That lit our little way And decide what it is That made it all this way And decide who it is That might make it O.K. The sun bears
in the glory land I long to be by my Saviors side Over in the glory land Just over in the glory land I'll join (yes join) the happy angels band
Copyright 1972 and 1974 No Exit Music Co. Unichappell Music Inc. (BMI) & F.R. Betts Music Co. (BMI) Instrumental
ready two three four step to the right, step to the left step in forward, step in back step to the right, step to the left step in forward, now jazz hands
Instrumental Words & Music : Simple Minds (C) EMI Publishing Ltd Reproduced without permission
I see you smile and I can't say a thing Could we be friends but you don't call me Might see you out somewhere but it's like I'm not there I said I'd never
Here it comes and there it goes Another day of decomposing light In a world called catastrophe My native tongue is blasphemy So that's the one I'll write
in a band I'm humbled when you take the time to hear my life in verse and rhyme But when it comes to heroes I know I'm just a singer in a band A singer
Giving the fans back What they?ve paying for I think I?m dying In a Rock?n?Roll band Oh I?m really dying In a Rock?n?Roll band Were always out here
all dance If we're gonna play in Texas We gotta have a fiddle in the band If we're gonna play in Texas We gotta have a fiddle in the band That lead
I was hanging in out in L.A. looking for a real cool place to go I struck up a conversation with this dude wearing hip hop clothes He said you talk like
