Текст песни Jane Siberry - Hockey
Jane Siberry - Hockey слова песни
Winter time and the frozen riverSunday afternoonThey`re playing hockey on the frozen riverRosie...!You skate as fast as you can `til you hit the snowbank(that`s how you stop)And you buy your sweater through the catalogueSailing onRosie...!You`ll have that scar on your chin forever you knowLooks bad now, but someday your girlfriend will say "Hey, what...?"You might look out the window... Or not Don`t let those Sunday afternoonsGet away get away get away get awayBreak away break away break away break away This stick was signed by Jean Belliveauso don`t fuckin` tell me where to fuckin` go...fuck fuck fuck fuck!Sunday afternoonHey, your dog just stole the puck- ahh... not my dogYou get it - your turn They rioted in the streets of Montreal when they benched Rocket Richard,and that is true bona fide Canadian history, that`s what really countsThat`s what we`re all about Don`t let those Sunday afternoonsGet away get away get away get awayBreak away break away break away break away You use your rubber boots for goal-postsand you`re so proud of that, cause they`re your boots that they`re usin`that...Oh... walkin` homeThere`s some people fishin` in those fishin` huts down the riverSmoking big cigars and telling stories of long agoRosie...! The sun is setting on the frozen riverAnd the willow trees with their long fingershanging over the banksand somewhere far away in a distant memory is a little boy sittin` on a logwith bare feet, bruised kneesfishin` fishin`dreamin` of one day... one day They`re playin` hockey on the frozen riverThe wind is dying downDon`t let those Sunday afternoonsDon`t let those Sunday afternoonsGet away