Текст песни David Bowie - After All
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Текст песни David Bowie - After All
В конце концов (перевод Катя Чикиндина из Могилева ) i ( ) Please trip them gently, They don't like to fall, Oh by jingo!There's no room for anger, we're all very small, Oh by jingo!We're painting our faces and dressing In thoughts from the skies from paradise.But they think that we're holding a secretive ball,Won't someone invite themThey're just taller children, That's all, after all.Man is an obstacle, sad as the clown, Oh by jingoSo hold on to nothing, and he won't let you down, Oh by jingoSome people are marching together and some on their ownQuite alone.Others are running, the smaller ones crawlBut some sit in silence, They're just older childrenThat's all, after all.I sing with impertinence, shading impermanent chords,With my words I've borrowed your time And I'm sorry I calledBut the thought just occurred that we're nobody's children at all, after all.Live till your rebirth And do what you will, Oh by jingoForget all I've said, Please bear me no ill, Oh by jingoAfter all, after all