Текст песни Pink Floyd - San Tropez
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Текст песни Pink Floyd - San Tropez
As I reach for a peach, slide a ride down behind a chauffeur in San TropezBreaking a stick with a brick on the sandRiding a wave in the wake of an old sedanSleeping alone in the drone of the darknessScratched by the sand that fell from my loveKeeping my dreams and I still hear her callingIf you're alone, I'll come home( )Backward and homebound, a pigeon, a doveGone with the wind, the rain on an airplaneOwning a home with no silver spoonI'm drinking champagne like a good tycoonSooner than wait for a break in the weatherI'll gather my far-flung thoughts togetherSpeeding away on the wind to a new dayIf you're alone, I'll come homeAnd I pause for a while by a country styleAnd listen to the things they say