Текст песни John Denver - Postcards From Paris (wish You Were Here)
John Denver - Postcards From Paris (wish You Were Here) слова песни
Dear friend of mine, the weather`s fine.
Today I saw some ruins of the Roman world`s decline.
And I climbed all those Spanish steps,
you`ve heard of them no doubt.
But Rome has lost its glory,
I don`t know what it`s about.
I wish you were here -
when the shadows fall and all the rushing traffic`s still.
I wish you were here -
when the bells are ringing on the seven hills.
I make my way to a small cafe,
I wonder what you did today.
Wish you were here.
Dear one at home, I just flew in from Rome.
Paris is a postcard all decked out in colour chrome.
And so I climbed the Eiffel Tower
and prayed at Notre Dame.
But I just can`t find the romance,
and I wonder why I came.
I wish you were here -
on the Champs Elys?s lovers walking hand in hand.
I wish you were here -
they take one look at me and seem to understand.
This city of light is a lovely site,
the first bright star I see tonight.
Wish you were here.
Now I write this from the plane,
drinking cheap champagne,
and wondering why two people got so far apart.
I wish you were here -
here in London where the rain is pouring down
I wish you were here -
on this airplane headed back to New York Town.
I`ll never leave you alone again,
I`m coming home but until then,
wish you were here, I wish you were here.
Wish you were here.