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.
Эти стихи, наверное, последние,
Человек имеет право перед смертью высказаться,
Поэтому мне ничего больше не совестно.
И так до скончания века — убийство будет порождать убийство, и всё во имя права и чести и мира, пока боги не устанут от крови и не создадут породу людей, которые научатся наконец понимать друг друга.
These are the wonders of the younger.
Why we just leave it all behind
And I wonder
How we can all go back
Right now.
Маяк серебристым свеченьем
Выхватывал сердцебиение
Существ, ощущавших свободу,
Им было плевать на погоду.
Земля уходила под воду
Согласно законам природы,
Жильцы интегральной планеты
Смотрели сквозь пальцы на это.
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