Текст песни David Bowie - Song For Bob Dylan
David Bowie - Song For Bob Dylan слова песни
Oh, hear this Robert Zimmerman
I wrote a song for you
About a strange young man
called Dylan
With a voice like sand and glue
His words of truthful vengeance
They could pin us to the floor
Brought a few more people on
And put the fear in a whole lot more
Ah, Here she comes
Here she comes
Here she comes again
The same old painted lady
From the brow of a superbrain
She`ll scratch this world to pieces
As she comes on like a friend
But a couple of songs
From your old scrapbook
Could send her home again
You gave your heart to every bedsit room
At least a picture on my wall
And you sat behind a million pair of eyes
And told them how they saw
Then we lost your train of thought
The paintings are all your own
While troubles are rising
We`d rather be scared
Together than alone
Ah, Here she comes...[etc.]
Now hear this Robert Zimmerman
Though I don`t suppose we`ll meet
Ask your good friend Dylan
If he`d gaze a while
down the old street
Tell him we`ve lost his poems
So they`re writing on the walls
Give us back our unity
Give us back our family
You`re every nation`s refugee
Don`t leave us with their sanity
Ah, Here she comes....[etc.]