|  Driving home from the highland lineWe done some gigs on the Clyde and the Tyne
 They flew us in from a Hamburg strip
 The taste of Dusseldorf still on our lips
 And on the bus there is a friend of mine
 We go way back to the scene of the crime
 We sit up front and share a cigarette
 And try to remember what we tried to forget
 
 He say "Do you remember?"
 He say "Do you recall?"
 I say yeah I remember, oh, I remember it all
 Every time that cold wind blows
 Every time I hear that sound
 Late night trains shunting down by the river
 I remember windy town
 
 We come so far and we move so fast
 Making hay see it all go past
 Round the world and round again
 Up and down on that gravy train
 but every time that cold wind blows
 Every time I hear that sound
 The east coast cross winds on the cold wet stone
 I remember windy town
 
 The freezing corners and the empty streets
 The burning passion and the cold wet feet
 Three tricky miles home every night
 Dodging from the shadows underneath those amber light
 No car for kissing and nowhere to go
 Except inside each other and I loved you so
 I held your face as you shivered in the rain
 Girl I'll always love you and I'll love you again
 Oh everytime, everytime
 
 Every time that cold wind blows
 Every time I hear that sound
 Late night trains shunting down by the river
 I remember windy town
 Every time that cold wind blows
 Every time I hear that sound
 The east coast cross winds on the cold wet stone
 I remember windy town
 
 По пути домой от линии гор
 Мы дали несколько концертов в городах Клайд и Тайн.
 Мы летели от аэродрома Гамбурга
 И вкус Дюссельдорфа все еще на губах.
 В автобусе со мной мой друг,
 Мы возвращаемся на место преступления.
 Сидим напротив друг друга и курим одну сигарету на двоих,
 Пытаясь вспомнить то, что когда-то пытались забыть.
 
 Он сказал: «Ты помнишь?»
 Он сказал: «Ты припоминаешь?»
 Я сказал: «Да, я помню, о, я помню все»
 
 Всякий раз, как дует холодный ветер,
 Всякий раз, когда я слышу, как
 Запоздавший ночной поезд идет в объезд вдоль реки,
 Я вспоминаю город ветров.
 
 Мы заходим так далеко и так торопимся,
 Что не замечаем, как все проходит…
 Снова и снова вокруг света,
 Поднявшись и упав с этим сомнительным предприятием.
 
 Но всякий раз, как дует холодный ветер,
 Всякий раз, когда я слышу, как
 Встречный ветер восточного побережья разбивается о холодные мокрые скалы,
 Я вспоминаю город ветров.
 
 Замерзающие углы и пустые улицы,
 Пылающая страсть и холодные мокрые ноги,
 Три мили в обход каждую ночь,
 Прячась от теней под уличными фонарями.
 Нет машины, в которой можно целоваться и некуда идти,
 Только прижаться крепче друг к другу, ведь я любил тебя так сильно.
 Я касался твоего лица, когда ты дрожала под дождем.
 Девочка, я всегда буду любить тебя, я люблю тебя и сейчас.
 
 Всякий раз, как дует холодный ветер,
 Всякий раз, когда я слышу, как
 Запоздавший ночной поезд идет в объезд вдоль реки,
 Я вспоминаю город ветров.
 
 Но всякий раз, как дует холодный ветер,
 Всякий раз, когда я слышу, как
 Встречный ветер восточного побережья разбивается о холодные мокрые скалы,
 Я вспоминаю город ветров.
  Driving home from the highland lineWe done some gigs on the Clyde and the Tyne
 They flew us in from a Hamburg strip
 The taste of Dusseldorf still on our lips
 And on the bus there is a friend of mine
 We go way back to the scene of the crime
 We sit up front and share a cigarette
 And try to remember what we tried to forget
 
 He say & quot; Do you remember? & Quot;
 He say & quot; Do you recall? & Quot;
 I say yeah I remember, oh, I remember it all
 Every time that cold wind blows
 Every time I hear that sound
 Late night trains shunting down by the river
 I remember windy town
 
 We come so far and we move so fast
 Making hay see it all go past
 Round the world and round again
 Up and down on that gravy train
 but every time that cold wind blows
 Every time I hear that sound
 The east coast cross winds on the cold wet stone
 I remember windy town
 
 The freezing corners and the empty streets
 The burning passion and the cold wet feet
 Three tricky miles home every night
 Dodging from the shadows underneath those amber light
 No car for kissing and nowhere to go
 Except inside each other and I loved you so
 I held your face as you shivered in the rain
 Girl I'll always love you and I'll love you again
 Oh everytime, everytime
 
 Every time that cold wind blows
 Every time I hear that sound
 Late night trains shunting down by the river
 I remember windy town
 Every time that cold wind blows
 Every time I hear that sound
 The east coast cross winds on the cold wet stone
 I remember windy town
 
 On the way home from the line of mountains
 We gave a few concerts in the cities of Clyde and Tyne.
 We flew from the airport in Hamburg
 And the taste of Düsseldorf still on his lips.
 On the bus with me, my friend,
 We go back to the crime scene.
 Sitting opposite each other, and smoke a cigarette for two,
 Trying to remember what had once tried to forget.
 
 He said, "Do you remember?"
 He said, "Do you recollect?"
 I said, "Yes, I remember, oh, I remember everything"
 
 Whenever a cold wind blows,
 Whenever I hear
 A late night train is a detour along the river,
 I am reminded of the Windy City.
 
 We go so far, so hurry,
 What we do not notice how everything goes ...
 Over and over again around the world,
 Rising and falling with this dubious enterprise.
 
 But every time the cold wind blows,
 Whenever I hear
 Headwind east coast is divided on the cold wet rock
 I am reminded of the Windy City.
 
 Freezing corners and empty streets,
 Burning passion and cold wet feet,
 Three miles to bypass every night,
 Hiding from the shadows under the streetlights.
 No car in which to kiss and have nowhere to go,
 Just snuggle up tight to each other, because I loved you so much.
 I touched your face when you're shivering in the rain.
 Girl, I will always love you, I love you now.
 
 Whenever a cold wind blows,
 Whenever I hear
 A late night train is a detour along the river,
 I am reminded of the Windy City.
 
 But every time the cold wind blows,
 Whenever I hear
 Headwind east coast is divided on the cold wet rock
 I am reminded of the Windy City.
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