down to a bog to warm his feet. Feeling alone the army's up the rode salvation a la mode and a cup of tea. Aqualung my friend don't start away uneasy
Watching as the frilly panties run, hey Aqualung Feeling like a dead duck Spitting out pieces of his broken luck, hey Aqualung Oh Aqualung
On Preston platform Do your soft shoe shuffle dance Brush away the cigarette ash That?s falling down your pants And then you sadly wonder Does the nurse
knife barber drops her off at school Hey, laughing in the playground Gets no kicks from little boys Would rather make it with a letching gray, yeah Or maybe her attention is drawn by Aqualung
In the shuffling madness Of the locomotive breath Runs the all time loser Headlong to his death Oh, he feels the piston scraping Steam breaking on his
As I did walk by Hampstead Fair I came upon Mother Goose So I turned her loose But she was screaming And a foreign student said to me Was it really true
People, what have you done? Locked him in his golden cage, golden cage Made him bend to your religion Him resurrected from the grave, from the grave
Well, the lush separation enfolds you And the products of wealth Push you along on the bow wave Of the spiritless, undying selves And you press on god
Okay, this is up to me One, two, three, four Take you to the cinema And leave you in a Wimpy Bar You tell me that we've gone too far Come running up
When I was young and they packed me off to school And they taught me how not to play the game Oh, I didn't mind if they groomed me for success Or if they
Wond'ring aloud How we feel today Last night sipped the sunset My hand in her hair We are our own saviors As we start Both our hearts beating life Into
to the bog and warms his feet. Feeling alone the army's up the road salvation a la mode and a cup of tea. Aqualung my friend don't you start away uneasy
Перевод: Jethro Tull. Акваланг.
Перевод: Jethro Tull. Aqualung [DVD].
to the bog and warms his feet. Feeling alone the army's up the rode salvation a la mode and a cup of tea. Aqualung my friend don't start away