Текст песни The Clash - (In the) Pouring Rain
The Clash - (In the) Pouring Rain слова песни
(Strummer)I could see as I rode inthe ships were gone and the pit fell ina funeral bell tolled the hour ina lonely drunkard slumbering not the twang of the guitarnot even the siren wail of painnot the shadows of desirecaught in the pouring pouring rain breeze black windows on date streetwhere I was raised up on the cheap(yeah, say!) ask no questions work and sleep`til the old tango that`s on date street I can hear the sharpen of the painsome lucky stranger in the rainhear the sharpen of the rainlucky stranger ... in the rain hammers beat in dusty timeson these weedy rusted linesmocking the sun and optomistic signsall these weedy gates of iron the sun won`t shine my way againlucky moon was on the waneoh I`ll never see a star againin the pouring pouring rain a salty band played for the traina sad trombone and some refrainthe future pointed to the weather vanethe old calypso died of shame I hear the sharpen of the painsome lucky stranger in the rianhear the sharpen of the painlucky stranger pouring rain POURING RAIN !!!