Текст песни Pink Floyd - Cymbaline
Pink Floyd - Cymbaline слова песни
Текст песни Pink Floyd - Cymbaline
The path you tread is narrow and the trumpets sheer and very highThe ravens all are watching from a vantage point nearbyApprehension creeping like a tube train up your spineWill the tight rope reach the end, will the final couplet rhymeAnd it's high time, CymbalinePlease wake me( )A butterfly with broken wings is falling by your sideThe ravens all are closing in, there's nowhere you can hideYour manager and agent are both busy on the phoneSelling coloured photographs to magazines back homeAnd it's high time, CymbalinePlease wake meThe lions converging where you stand,They must have moved the picture plainThe leaves are heavy 'round your feet,