Текст песни Skyclad - No Strings Attached
Skyclad - No Strings Attached слова песни
Now the final curtain`s fallen,for no show goes on forever,if the world`s a stage - mine`s empty.whilst upon it you`ll tread never.As the instruments lie silent in their coffins made of wood,I rest assured they`d say these words - If say these words they could;Whatever happened to the songs - the music that we made,and the joy we shared together as on me your fingers played?Are chose symphonies forgotten - with our cases closed and latched`?Dreams now dusty, old and rotten - empty shells (no strings attached).Amidst the dying candle-light,I sit forlorn, alone,a space once filled with laughter bright,the place my heart called homeNow the puppets are my company - but wood and straw can`t speak;though it by chance they came to life I`m certain they would weep; ""What am I without your tender touch -the hands to hold and guide me,what purpose has a puppet with no puppeteer beside me?I do not care I have no hair - my painted face is scratched.but fear my wooden heart will shatter with no stings attached.No mourners assemble in this white-elephant`s graveyard,a dearth of bloom upon my tomb - an absence of forget-me-nots.For Romeo I understudied - this sepulchre dark and bloodied,It`s my final resting place - amongst these "cloak-and-dagger` props.Your kiss turns princes into frogs - and passion-plays to monologues.Now last and least - the minstrel-takes his bow upon the stage,he`s played a fool and played the prince- (but never acts his age).And If for once not lost for words - l wonder what he d say,to win fair maiden, slay the dragon, keep dread foe at bay?"Though I am not a wealthy man - my heart is pure and true,and the only riches that I have - the love I feel for you.Now my life is robbed of meaningIike a purse of hope that`s snatched.Must I spend my whole time dreaming -living life no strings attached?"No mourners assemble in this white-elephant`s graveyard,a dearth of bloom upon my tomb - an absence of forget-me-nots.For Romeo I understudied - this sepulchre dark and bloodied,It`s my final resting place - amongst these "cloak-and-dagger` props.Your kiss turns princes into frogs - and passion-plays to monologues.