Isn't it a shame that you were lying,
When you said to me (small talk),
I was the only one,
You and I were meant to be?
Say something to me, anything at all,
I want you to mean what you say,
I've seen all I want to see,
And you mean the world to me,
I've lived for each moment
To be with you, with you, with you.
The last cold ray of sunshine
Slowly disappears
Round the corner of the building
And leaves you alone,
When darkness covers the city
And the streets are silent too,
What will you turn to?
I won't be coming home tonight,
My generation will put it right.
We're not just making promises,
That we know, we'll never keep.
Mothers crying in the street,
Children dying at their feet,
Tell me why, tell me why?
People starving everywhere,
There's too much food
But none to spare,
tell me why, tell me why?
Человек может быть одинок, несмотря на любовь многих, если никто не считает его самым любимым.
Эти стихи, наверное, последние,
Человек имеет право перед смертью высказаться,
Поэтому мне ничего больше не совестно.
Так речной человек вновь не получил ответа на главный вопрос своей жизни. Он, строго говоря, вообще ничего в ней не понял. И впоследствии умер.
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