Текст песни Jimmy Buffett - Far Side of the World
Jimmy Buffett - Far Side of the World слова песни
Ramadan is over,The new moon`s shown her face,I`m halfway round the planet,In a most unlikely place.Following my song linePast bamboo shacks and shopsBehind a jitney packed like sardines,With bananas piled on top.I ran away from politics,It`s too bizarre at home.Away I flew, tuned into Blue"Maybe Amsterdam or Rome"Awakened by a stewardess,With Spain somewhere below.On the threshold of adventure,God I do love this job so.So while I make my moveOn the big board gameUp and down a Spanish highway,Some things remain the same.Girls meet boysand the boys tease girlsI`m heading out this morning,For the Far Side of the World.Oh I believe in song linesObvious and notI`d ridden them like camelsTo some most peculiar spots.They run across the oceansThrough mountains and saloonsAnd tonight out to the dessertWhere I sit atop this dune.I was destined for this vantage pointWhich is so far from the SeaI`ve lived it in the pages of Saint-ExuperyFrom Paris to TunisiaCasablanca to DakarI was riding long before I flewThrough the wind and sand and stars.CaravanRide that humpAnd Timbuktu`s a jillion bumpsSleeping bags and battle flagsAre coiled and furledThat`s the way you travelTo the far side of the world!A Sunset framed by lightening boltsBurns a lasting memoryAnd a string of tiny twinkling lightsadorn the sausage tree.While the embers from the log fireFlicker, fly, and twirlThen drift off toward the cosmosFrom the Far Side of the World.Well it`s Christmas and my birthdayand so to that extentThe Masai not the wise menAre circling my tent.I teach them how to play guitarThey show me how to danceWe have rum from the CaribbeanAnd Burgundy from France.New Year`s Eve in ZanzibarWith Babu and his boysHigh up on the rooftopYou can relish all the noise.They are dancing on the tablesPeople bouncing like gazellesTwo 0-0-1 is ushered inWith air raid horns and bells.Time to sing time to danceLiving out my second chance.Cobras and sleeping bags are coiled and curledThat`s the way it happens On the Far Side of the World.Back at home, it`s afternoonSix thousand miles away.I will still be there when I get throughAttending this soireeThere are jobs and chores and questionsAnd plates I need to twirl,But tonight I`ll take my chances,On the Far Side of the World.That`s the way it happensOn the Far Side of the World.