bench like bookends A newspaper blown through the grass Falls on the round toes of the high shoes Of the old friends Old friends Winter companions, the old
scenery, she read her magazine And the moon rose over an open field "Kathy, I'm lost," I said, though I knew she was sleeping I'm empty and aching and
day Who am I to believe That the future we perceive Lies in danger and the dangers increase Who are we to demand That the leaders of the land Hear the voices of reason and
And the animals will love it if you do Monkeys stand for honesty Giraffes are insincere And the elephants are kindly but they're dumb Orangutans are skeptical Of changes in their cages And
My little town, my little town Nothing but the dead and dying Back in my little town Nothing but the dead and dying Back in my little town Nothing but the dead and
bench like bookends A newspaper blown through the grass Falls on the round toes Of the high shoes of the old friends Old friends, winter companions, the old
't got no rain She said a bad day is when I lie in the bed And I think of things that might have been Chorus And I know a father who had a son He longed
carry your cup in your hand And look around Leaves are brown now And the sky is a hazy shade of winter Oh hang on to your hopes, my friend That's an
Hey, schoolgirl in the second row The teacher's lookin' over So I got to whisper way down low To say, "Who bop a loo chi bop, let's meet after school
Many?s the time I?ve been mistaken And many times confused Yes, and I've often felt forsaken And certainly misused Oh, but I?m alright, I?m alright,
got no rhymes for me? Doot-in' do-do feelin' groovy Feelin' groovy Got no deeds to do, no promises to keep I'm dappled and drowsy and ready to sleep
Перевод: Simon And Garfunkel. Старые друзья.
