Текст песни David Bowie - This is Not America
David Bowie - This is Not America слова песни
A little piece of youThe little peace in meWill dieFor this is not americaBlossom falls to bloomThis seasonPromise not to stareToo longFor this is not a miracleThere was a timeA storm that blew so pureFor this could be the biggest skyAnd I could haveThe faintest ideaSnowman meltingFrom the insideFalcon spiralsTo the groundSo bloody redTomorrows cloudsA little piece of youThe little piece in meWill dieFor this is not americaThere was a timeA wind that blew so youngFor this could be the biggest skyAnd I could have the faintest ideaThis could be the biggest skyThis could be a miracleThis could be etc