Oh, it must be hard for the likes of you
To get by in a world that you just can't see through,
And it looks so cold.
How does it feel to know you can't go home?
Oh, it must be hard for the likes of you
To get by in a world that you just can't see through,
And it looks so cold.
How does it feel to know you can't go home?
I thought about leaving for some new place,
Somewhere where I, I don't have to see your face,
'Cause seeing your face only brings me out in tears,
Thinking of the love I've wasted all through the years.
I see couples walking down the street:
I watch them here
With tear filled eyes there's nothing left for me,
For I just think about the times,
That you and I were two,
And still these things remind me of you,
Oh they do...
What have I got to do to make you love me,
What have I got to do to make you care -
What do I do when lightning strikes me,
And I wake to find that you're not there...
You're a bluebird on a telegraph line,
I hope you're happy now.
Well if the wind of change comes down your way girl,
You'll make it back somehow.
Мне на плечи кидается век-волкодав,
Но не волк я по крови своей,
Запихай меня лучше, как шапку, в рукав
Жаркой шубы сибирских степей.
Ах, не заснуть
Одной на холодном ложе.
А тут этот дождь -
Так стучит, что даже на миг
Невозможно сомкнуть глаза.
Прошло десять лет. Начинаешь забывать то, что следует помнить. И никак не можешь забыть то, чего не стоит вспоминать. Сила всегда была на нашей стороне, но теперь это не так. Всё, что у нас есть, — это мы сами. Мы — Призраки, сражающиеся за то, чего не убить. Солдаты сражаются с врагами. Призраки же — охотятся. Мы — всё, что у нас осталось.
Others because you did not keep
That deep-sworn vow have been friends of mine;
Yet always when I look death in the face,
When I clamber to the heights of sleep,
Or when I grow excited with wine,
Suddenly I meet your face.