Текст песни Elliott Smith - When I Paint My Masterpiece
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oh, the streets of rome are filled with rubble,ancient footprints are everywhereyou can almost think that you`re seein` doubleon a cold, dark night on the spanish stairsgot to hurry on back to my hotel room,where i`ve got me a date with botticelli`s nieceshe promised that she`d be right there with mewhen i paint my masterpieceoh, the hours I`ve spent inside the coliseum,dodging lions and wastin` timeoh, those mighty kings of the jungle,i could hardly stand to see `em,yes, it sure has been a long, hard climbtrain wheels runnin` through the back of my memory,when i ran on the hilltop following a pack of wild geesesomeday, everything is gonna be smooth like a rhapsodywhen i paint my masterpiecesailin` `round the world in a dirty gondola.oh, to be back in the land of coca-cola!i left rome and landed in brussels,on a plane ride so bumpy that i almost criedclergymen in uniform and young girls pullin` muscles,everyone was there to greet me when i stepped insidenewspapermen eating candywhen i had to be held down by big policesomeday, everything is gonna be diff`rentwhen i paint my masterpiece