Well I used to know someone fair
She had orange ribbons in her hair She was such a trip She was hardly there
But I loved her Just the same.
There was rain in our window, The FM set was ragged But she could talk, yeah, We learned to speak
And one year Has gone by
Such a long long road to seek it
All we did was break and freak it We had all That lovers ever had We just blew it And I'm not sad
Well I'm mad
And I'm bad
And two years Have gone by
Now her world was bright orange And the fire glowed And her friend had a baby And she lived with us Yeah, we broke through the window Yeah, we knocked on the door Her phone would not answer, Yeah, but she's still home
Now her father has passed over And her sister is a star And her mother smokes "Diamonds" And she sleeps out in the car
Yeah, but she remembers Chicago The musicians & guitars And grass by the lake And people who laugh'd And made her poor heart ache
Now we live down in the valley We work out on the farm We climb up to the mountains And everything's fine
And I'm still here And you're still there And we're still around
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Когда-то я знал действительно прекрасную леди. Она вплетала в волосы оранжевые ленты. Она была та еще штучка, Она с трудом понимала, что вокруг нее происходит, Но я все равно Ее любил.
Дождь стучал в наше окошко, Наш радиоприемник был развалюхой, Но она знала, как вести разговор. Мы учились говорить.
Так прошел Год.
Чтобы обрести что-то важное, надо пройти очень долгий путь. Но мы это ни в грош не ставили. У нас было все, Что бывает у влюбленных, Но мы все испортили. И я об этом не жалею.
Я просто в бешенстве.
Всё плывёт перед глазами.
Так прошло Два года.
Ее мир был ярко-оранжевым, Освещенный языками пламени, Ее подруга родила И подбросила ребенка нам. Мы ломились в окно, Мы барабанили в дверь, Ее телефон не отвечал, Но она была дома.
Ее отец скончался, Ее сестра стала звездой, Ее мать курит дорогие сигареты, А она спит на улице в машине.
Но она помнит Чикаго И музыкантов с гитарами, Травку на озере, И смеющихся людей, Которые разбили ее сердце.
Теперь мы живем в долине, Работаем на ферме, Забираемся высоко в горы, И все у нас прекрасно.
Я по-прежнему здесь, А ты все еще там, Но мы рядом. Well I used to know someone fair
She had orange ribbons in her hair She was such a trip She was hardly there
But I loved her Just the same.
There was rain in our window, The FM set was ragged But she could talk, yeah, We learned to speak
And one year Has gone by
Such a long long road to seek it
All we did was break and freak it We had all That lovers ever had We just blew it And I'm not sad
Well I'm mad
And I'm bad
And two years Have gone by
Now her world was bright orange And the fire glowed And her friend had a baby And she lived with us Yeah, we broke through the window Yeah, we knocked on the door Her phone would not answer, Yeah, but she's still home
Now her father has passed over And her sister is a star And her mother smokes & quot; Diamonds & quot; And she sleeps out in the car
Yeah, but she remembers Chicago The musicians & amp; guitars And grass by the lake And people who laugh'd And made her poor heart ache
Now we live down in the valley We work out on the farm We climb up to the mountains And everything's fine
And I'm still here And you're still there And we're still around
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Once I knew really beautiful lady. It is woven into the hair orange tape. She even had the thing, She hardly knew about her It occurs, But I still Her loved.
Rain knocked on our window Our radio was a wreck, But she knew how to talk. We learned to speak.
So I passed Year.
To gain something important, it is necessary go a long way. But we in a penny did not put. We had it all, What happens to lovers But we are all spoiled. And I do not regret it.
I'm just furious.
All swims before his eyes.
So passed Two years.
Her world was bright orange, Illuminated flames Her friend gave birth And we threw the baby. We were bursting at the window, We banged on the door, Her phone did not answer, But she was at home.
Her father died, Her sister was the star, Her mother smokes expensive cigarettes, She sleeps on the street in the car.
But she remembers Chicago And musicians with guitars, Grass on the lake, And laughing people, Who broke her heart.
Now we live in the valley, We work on a farm, Climb high in the mountains, And all we have is fine.
I am still here And you're still there, But we are close. Смотрите также: | |