Текст песни Alphaville - All In The Golden Afternoon
Alphaville - All In The Golden Afternoon слова песни
All in the golden afternoon full leisurely we glideFor both our oars, with little skill, by little arms are pliedWhile little hands make vain pretence our wanderings to guideOur wanderings to guideAh, cruel three! In such an hour, beneath such dreamy weatherTo beg a tale of breath too weak to stir the tiniest featherYet what can one poor voice avail, against three tongues togetherAgainst three tongues togetherAnon, to sudden silence won, in fancy they pursueThe dream child moving through a land of wonders wild and newIn friendly chat with bird or beast--and half believe it trueAnd half believe it trueAnd ever, as the story drained the wells of fancy dryAnd faintly strove that weary one to put the subject byThe next time--"It is next time" the happy voices cry!The happy voices cry!Thus grew the tale of wonderland, thus slowly one by oneIts quaint events were hammered out--and now the tale is doneAnd home we steerA merry crewBeneath the setting sun