Текст песни Chris De Burgh - Flying Home
Chris De Burgh - Flying Home слова песни
We`re sitting out here on the runway,Waiting for the plane to leave,And the captain says, "There`ll be a short delay,Bear with me please,"They gave us the usual hassle,"You can`t take those guitars on board,"But the boys in the band just smiled,Heard it all before,And as they`re starting to serve champagne,To the folks at the front of the plane,I can hear the engines roaring, we`re on our way,And we are flying home,I feel the freedom in my soul,Flying home at last;Flying home,I`ve got the freedom in my soul,And it`s four in the morning,My world is calling,Speeding through the universe tonight...The movie reminds of my lady,As she waits, "where are those guys?"Yes it`s nice to see old Butch and Sundance in the sky,And now the sun is beginning to rise,It`s like looking down on Paradise,There`s a ball of fire that`s burning, giving life,And we are flying home,I feel the freedom in my soul,Flying home at last;Flying home,I`ve got the freedom in my soul,And it`s four in the morning,My world is calling,Speeding through the universe tonight...