Текст песни Elton John - Planes
Elton John - Planes слова песни
Oh Jessie I`d like to beOne of those men upon the screenWith an elegant lady and a cafe in ParisServing Pernot and Kalua with creamYou can see it I knowAll the doors have been closed in my faceAnd the drinks at the CasbahRun a mile or more from this placeAnd oh Jessie won`t you look at the planesTell me, oh Jessie, is it true what theyThat there`s a capital G in the name of the gameAnd the runway`s a home for my silver-red planeAnd won`t you look at the planesRiding down the skywayJessie ain`t those wings just fineDon`t it make you want to fly somedayWhy friend am I so stillTied to my job with time to killDo I still bear the traces of old Don QuixoteTilting giants on imaginary hills