Текст песни Fischer-z - Big Drum
Fischer-z - Big Drum слова песни
Bass Drum. . . war symbol, move me on with dignityLook at these hands they`re trouble.Everthing I touch is moving I`m not sure I like it,conflicting rythmns in my head.Those damn nerves won`t give up they`re playing hell with me now.I tend to be distracted by the simplest of thingsSo fly me up to heaven on a distant pair of wings.Big Drum. . . put me on the night train to ChinaBig Drum. . . put me on a plane for Brazil.I can`t work, with pleasure, I think, think mmmmwish I wasn`t here. It`s no fun to chase your shadow ... I never used to pretend.Bass Drum goes on for ever. . . Bass Drum never changes time. . .Bass Drum oh so lonelyAnd not so much as a conversationI tend to be distracted by the simplest of thingsSo fly me up to heaven on a distant pair of wings.Big Drum. . . put me on the night train to China.Big Drum. . . put me on a plane for Brazil.Bass Drum war symbolSee the children of the free world dancingBass Drum war symbolLook at the price of fun. . . every one.